Twenty-four hours and counting.

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The temperatures were slipping gently into the negatives on the night I returned to Holland with glazed, sleepy eyes and a perception of the world around me so shifted that I barely recognized myself in the passing frosted windows of the south terminal. After hurried and frantic goodbyes at the Clapham Junction station and a dreamlike ride to the ( Read more... )

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I am in London and leaving in about an hour for Hampshire where I'll be spending Christmas with Tristan and his family. A lot has happened in these past few weeks, days, hours even. I wouldn't even know where to begin, so I won't attempt a recap. London is every bit as beautiful as I had remembered it. Yesterday, while walking around in Camden and ( Read more... )

My closest friends are strewn across the vastness of the world, the ones that know me, that accept my complexity, my impulsivness, that don't worry when I vanish for six months at a time then suddenly appear smiling on their doorstep with windblown hair and a weekend bag filled with dirty sweaters and books that have been read a thousand times. The ( Read more... )

"But why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?"- Jack Kerouac ( Read more... )

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I do not see the lights which guide my path, the dusty streets before me now blackened by the wetness of an early snow. I do not hear the silence around me, the city which dares not draw breath. But I taste his blood on my lips, a kiss far too zealous drawing pain from his eyes into my soul where I hide it now, folded in the seams of my ( Read more... )