The reality that I’ve reached a place in life where this statement applies is perhaps the wider issue here.
Cookie cutter hotel in the UK outside London. Inevitably feels like fawlty towers, something always breaks.
After a week, the snow covering the Bled webcam has cleared to give a stunning view of the lake, castle and church.
4 weeks 4 days until we go back to Slovenia. Screenshot of Kranjska Gora will have to do for now
Waterfall of empty bottles smashing beyond the foggy bus window. Digging through for one that hits the perfect blown note?
My Irish boyfriend is discovering baseball on a warm October night in Belfast. I remember more than I thought possible.
glimpses of elsewhere, everywhere everywhere
this happened a long time ago, elsewhere; but from where i'm at, the trees are still coming to getcha.
Chasing the sunshine, warding off autumn (even from the front porch of August).
2 a.m., reading in bed in the dark, Paris Review's interview with José Saramago: stark, lyrical. Drunks singing outside.