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
I belong in a city, I belong on trains, on caravans, I belong in old bookstores laden with the scent of old paper, I belong with the wierdo's, the dancers, the thrift store finders, the vintage suit wearing hipsters, the one room studios filled with treasures, the wandering streets, the talk all night to a stranger, and coffee shops dates~ my next escape cannot come fast enough. The wanderlust is innate...

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