I’ve been lost lately.

Melbourne part 3.

Melbourne part 2.

I’ve been in Melbourne the past week looking for a house.

Are you masochist?

For some reason Anna Karina reminds me of the Iggy Pop song “Nazi Girlfriend”.

The Road haunted me for days. No hope & nothingness.

Get out of my mind, get out of my dreams. There you are eternally sitting on that park bench, telling me to stop talking nonsense and kiss you. Now all I have is the memory. I feel like an elderly woman who remembers when her skin was smooth of wrinkles and her head full of plans and dreams that never materialised. I had no worries then, only intrigue and desire.

Does anyone else sit on the train and try to guess things about fellow commuters? I mean things like their music taste, whether they get along with their parents, when they last had sex or what their favorite food is.

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