who's gonna reset the bone?
I'm in Montserrat.
It's more beautiful than I ever imagined.
We do schoolwork way too much, but I love it unbelievably. Some of my friends are Shadow, Cedricia, Modell, Milton, Adding Tom ("not subtractin, not dividin, ADDIN"), Sam, Goochman, etc.
Carr's Bay is a beach with an Old English fort, and I drink beers there with all the badly behaved men at the Psychadelic (sic) Bar. I've heard so many amazing stories from people about life during, and after, the first eruptions of the volcano. The Montserratians had to leave behind their businesses, homes, possessions. Everything was destroyed, and in the past 10 years they've been slowly rebuilding.
And you know what? They're still a fuck of a lot happier than Americans. Cars go by with big decals on the windshields that say "Don't Worry" and "Life is Short." People spend most of their time hanging out trying to ditch the heat, talking and laughing. There are almost no real stores here, and that's just fine. I walk at least three miles a day, usually more. I love love love it, and want to move here after I pay off my student loans and work in the Ministry of Education.
I love you guys, and the nicenesses said on Facebook make me happy. I have to go back to class soon, but I will catch up with Facebook peoples next time I get on a computer.
I've listened to the Arcade Fire "Neon Bible" every single day here. That is the only album I've listened to out of all of my data CDs. It seems like it would be sad, and incongruous with Caribbean life, but it fits so perfectly that it has made me cry twice just to walk along the beach listening to it and singing along, with the sun going down and the crabs hiding from my feet. This is a place where I can be truly happy, and leave all the made-up bullshit behind, the problems of the overactive modern western psyche.
They're not real! God, they're not real! What's real is the sun and sand, and people waving and smiling, saying "Na na, y'okay mon?" People caring about one another, that's real. The rest is fucking death.
Although already I miss people, and I continue to miss harder those I haven't seen all summer. You're thought of.
It's more beautiful than I ever imagined.
We do schoolwork way too much, but I love it unbelievably. Some of my friends are Shadow, Cedricia, Modell, Milton, Adding Tom ("not subtractin, not dividin, ADDIN"), Sam, Goochman, etc.
Carr's Bay is a beach with an Old English fort, and I drink beers there with all the badly behaved men at the Psychadelic (sic) Bar. I've heard so many amazing stories from people about life during, and after, the first eruptions of the volcano. The Montserratians had to leave behind their businesses, homes, possessions. Everything was destroyed, and in the past 10 years they've been slowly rebuilding.
And you know what? They're still a fuck of a lot happier than Americans. Cars go by with big decals on the windshields that say "Don't Worry" and "Life is Short." People spend most of their time hanging out trying to ditch the heat, talking and laughing. There are almost no real stores here, and that's just fine. I walk at least three miles a day, usually more. I love love love it, and want to move here after I pay off my student loans and work in the Ministry of Education.
I love you guys, and the nicenesses said on Facebook make me happy. I have to go back to class soon, but I will catch up with Facebook peoples next time I get on a computer.
I've listened to the Arcade Fire "Neon Bible" every single day here. That is the only album I've listened to out of all of my data CDs. It seems like it would be sad, and incongruous with Caribbean life, but it fits so perfectly that it has made me cry twice just to walk along the beach listening to it and singing along, with the sun going down and the crabs hiding from my feet. This is a place where I can be truly happy, and leave all the made-up bullshit behind, the problems of the overactive modern western psyche.
They're not real! God, they're not real! What's real is the sun and sand, and people waving and smiling, saying "Na na, y'okay mon?" People caring about one another, that's real. The rest is fucking death.
Although already I miss people, and I continue to miss harder those I haven't seen all summer. You're thought of.