October 2010
5 posts
crisis/change
The next night I retrace our steps. Here, here, here. Here was where we started drinking the Gin. What time was it? Eight? What were listening to? Rachmaninoff? Why does my neck hurt so much? Where were we going then? The beach? Where am I going now? The doctor? What were we doing last night in the water? The lights blinked in the distance and everything was spinning, spinning, spinning….
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navigation
Another bizarre night spent wandering around this surreal city.
There was a man with a beard and a bandanna. Maybe it was the facial hair, though it was more probably the 5 dollar Kronenbergs, that made us attempt to court him hardcore. Ah! An adventurer! Please take us with you! we implored.
Sadly, the landscape he was exploring was one where homosexuals were disgusting, women were alien and no...
adventure
And a month later, the adventure I sought on that drunken night seeks me out and overwhelms while everything else seems to fall away naturally. In the space of a few days, I lose my iPod, my phone, my computer. In the space of a few weeks, I lose myself so completely to soft flesh and careless laughter. I rediscover what it is to inch towards someone, to know that they are not so different from...