pull the livejournal out of the closet,
brush the dust off,
scan the old pages,
see memories of a self,
my self,
some time ago,
two years or so...
where was i then and where have i been?
everywhere and anywhere, nowhere and in between.
typing this now from a french keyboard
staying at a squatted house in lyon.
leaving for paris tomorrow.
coming to the end
of a
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