I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy~
anais nin
It was like hiding from the bull in the freight yard, the train had moved past me but I stood motionless waiting at the platform, waiting to get on again and watch the world recede in a beautiful blur...to dangle my feet from the edge, and leave my confessions in those boxes, and take on the world jumping off...yeah I am ready to get back on the train~

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