I am a mess.
Read MoreI lay on top of the city for perspective and stared down the stars as they became real as I rolled kicking and crying down the slope where I found the ground and couldn’t run for the dizziness.
Read MoreThere is no doubt that work that reflects on my experience moving about the world ties into the idea of independent travel. I found a few theories and contradictions I plan on following up on next week.
Read MoreMoving rapidly from minimal prose to diary I’ve no rhythm and can’t dance, I stand to the side of the milonga while they tango under the glow of antiquity.
Read MoreShe comes in waves, in sand and stubborn, silty sweat.
Read MoreClimb the stairs find the lights keep walking it’s just the night and you’re always up for a wander.
Read MoreSee space between storm heads and sea as you leave, watch languid seasons fade into worlds of shoulders clothed in scarves and hat covered hair.
Read MoreI’ve rolled over, I’ve gone to the bathroom, I’ve daydreamed, drank water. Considering it’s about 10pm back home, I’m not sure why I’m awake.
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