Traveling in Ghana
On a train from Takoradi to Kumasi
All I’m saying is that if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life – remind me to kill myself.
Today I hooped in the woods and watched the plants blow in the wind. Today was bliss
eye see you ~ finished just now
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Camping in my backyard with Moriah c:
Jefferson Airplane in concert, 1967.