Better Luck Next Time

A post only filled with warm moments that happened to me in the last two or three months. Some flashes of a past that will never happen that way again. For some things this may be good, others I could relive forever.

A visit from my brother (that smiling dude on the subway), Eiske’s apartment, a café (Little Amsterdam), the last snow at home, a view from the rooftops and the fish market.

And then summer happened & the months went by, it was warm & everything that was new became slowly old.

Been home and back. Searching places for one where I can stay when all this is over. I need to mark the landscape of my body with ink, don’t know what to do to not get bored all the time. Between the two cities, I’m still feeling unrooted.

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