now i am in HUNGRY. and you are all mad jelous, because HUNGRY is really quite exciting. the subways are like little toy cars that play strange pop lines whenever the doors are about to close and there are sculptures and squares and it is the springtime here ( Read more... )

paris in the spring!

it almost feels i had a torrid love affair with the city of krakow. it gave me what i needed, inspired me, i trusted it, i let it get to me, it let it into my head, we're somehow intertwined now. it's narrow streets, perogies, bends, golden churches, easter village markets, amber stones, tatancas, anarchists, pollution, poets, cafes, 2 dollar packs ( Read more... )

i am in krakow, and i LOVE IT HERE. i never want to leave. this city is simply brillaint. really. i love it.

a statement regarding the highpretention level in my previous entry- while i am sheepishly proud to have written the most pretentious livejournal entry ever, i will admit it was over the top. i didn't think it was so bad at the time, but now i believe you kids are right on this one. guess i feel like i haven't been writing anything pretty, like i ( Read more... )

returned from weimar late last night. you can smoke aboard trains here, i watched the frigid white landscape slide by as i pulled drags and mouthed lyrics. the camp didn't move me as i had feared, anticipated, almost craved. the space was void and still and it was so cold i couldn't sense the weight of my body or the weight of the past because the ( Read more... )

now i do the internet in dunken donuts to music like techno remixes of that 'dududududu' song by suzanne vega. it's a far less than inspiring environment, and i envision these entries rapidly deteriorating in quality. i'm done with my german course, i can sleep past 7.30, thank goodness. the mornings have been reclaimed as my own and the space i ( Read more... )

a moment for the serious, for the bad. its hard being an american here. the first night, a man, who haunts us now on the trains, our devil, we asked him for directions home and upon discovering we were american simply repeated, i feel sorry for you, i feel sorry for your ways. sorry for you, sorry for your ways. yesterday a group of boys elbowed ( Read more... )

The prospect of writing anything at all seems unusually daunting this evening. Here, everything comes so rapidly, no time to breathe, it hits so hard I loose my breath. It’s true, it seems I can never take a breath deep enough to satisfy me, the air goes someplace but the breath is void and the oxygen lost. This is both metaphorical and ( Read more... )

i am exausted. six hours of sleep is a luxury. yesterday i left the house at 7.30 and returned at 1.15 in the morning. i am frazzled and can hardly sense who i am anymore but it's okay becuase the days are filled with the beautiful german language, art exhibits (the flick has every artist ever, all my favorites, and the RAF exhibit is astounding), ( Read more... )