well, mostly ; )
after months of ridiculous conversations and the occasional bash on the head with a frying pan, the gallery begins to resemble a picture convention again. I hadn’t quite realized how long it’d been since an update, and don’t even get me started on the to-be-processed folder. but the girl’s trying. you’ll know it’s up when, in the next short while, a picture appears
In an american moment, I purchased a notebook to aid in the collecting of the bits and pieces that made previous migrations so sun-drenched. thank moleskin reporter for the following…
“Oh look! The Tatras!”
+ the fingertips of a stranger =
“Oh f*ck! The Tatras!”
cynic to hope in one creative erasure
gypsies have a tendency to show up at your door trying to sell things. occasionally, this leads to a random man walking in your kitchen when you forget to lock the door. often, it leads to nothing. either way, residents perpetually complain, but someone’s still letting them in buildings
bomb sniffing dogs at the Opera House on Carnival night
lovely old gentleman waiting at the same bus stop. plush black coat, proper hat, gloves, the works. when the rancid bus arrives, he still insists I board first
posh old men on busses, in general
posh women, in fur coats no less, on rancid busses. in general.
me to a friend, do wish I could remember in reference to what…. “I feel like I’m being pulled down a gravel road by a spastic terrier.”
at the local pub, where chalkboards line the walls for patrons to play. someone drew a rather spiffy world map, enquiring of the clientele where they’d been. x’s marked here and there… then someone drew over it a giant map of korea
near kossoth layos ter, spotted. gentleman in a bowler hat, walking coat, long white hair billowing in the breeze, carrying, no, twirling, an umbrella
and finally, courtesy of a text message not two minutes hence….
“Being British is about driving a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then on the way home grabbin’ an Indian curry or Turkish kebab, to sit on a Sweedish sofa and watch US shows on a Japanese tv, all the while being suspicious of anything foreign. And only in Britain can you get a pizza to your house faster than an ambulance.”