Saturday “I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.” Sylvia Plath At some point last night Shell opened the door to…
Category: travel
Arrivals – Budapest
“To feel one’s attachment to a certain region, one’s love for a certain group of men, to know that there is always a spot where one’s heart will feel at peace – these are many certainties for a single human life. And yet this is not enough. But at certain moments everything yearns for that…
Departures – Budapest
“Is it the sea you hear in me?Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow.How you lie and cry after it.” Sylvia Plath Friday Back to Dubai. I don’t want to talk about it. Back to Zërgë Coffeeshop. Taxi. Airport. Fucking dreadful. “We look up to see if it…
Familiar
“We slept like stones. Lady, what am I doingWith a lung full of dust and a tongue of wood,Knee-deep in the cold swamped by flowers?” Sylvia Plath Thursday There is a restaurant in Bratislava called Fat Louis. Rachelle has been calling me Louis for three days. I am not sleeping well. I am sleeping long,…
Home to Budapest
“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.” William Faulkner Wednesday A cold morning. Even though Budapest signals the end of our trip, it is a return home in some way. We check out and head to Otto! for breakfast. It is a shame we did not find this…
Bratislava Interrupted
“For there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.” Herman Melville Up early. For reasons undeclared. Breakfast is a disappointing affair. Blue Monday has no food and there is confusion surrounding my order. We head to nearby no9 which is rated well and…
Bratislava Bound
“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.” Albert Camus Breakfast at Oak. Again. We walk back to the apartment. Shell is ready to leave. I could stay. Check out and walk to the station….
Sleepy Sunday
“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.” F. Scott Fitzgerald Sleep in. No rush. Dark grey clouds have arrived. It is not as cold as yesterday, but rain threatens and makes the prospect of getting out of bed difficult. We are changing rooms. We cannot afford the…
Prague or Praha?
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” Albert Camus Saturday I sleep for ten hours. I wake up to a grey fog and open the doors on the balcony. It is cold. I stand there, naked, until I am shivering. I get back in bed and enjoy the feeling of getting…