“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.” Jack Kerouac You never sleep well with a bottle of wine and two pizzas in your gut gurgling away. Pizza is an ocean of salt, so you spend the night…
Category: Hungary
Sleep
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…
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…
Reframing in Budapest
“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” Franz Kafka Sunday It is a beautiful day. There has been quite a bit of doom and complaining recently. After some meditation, it is time for a paradigm shift. We make our way…
Return to Budapest
“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” Nietzche Saturday It rained overnight. Every time I woke, the sound of rain put me back to sleep. Something so simple, so common, holds so much value…
Zázrivá – Slovakia
“Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. ” William S. Burroughs You need to be prepared to change your plans. Our initial plan was to explore Romania, but more heat is heading our way. With highs of 37…