down in albion

tomorrow.

I'll be leaving. and I can't wait for it. I love to pack. I already see myself sitting on a red bus driving anywhere/nowhere. I see myself walking along the thames I see myself having the best falafel at pilpil. I see myself being excited about a newly discovered shop. I see myself walking around with an empty coffeecup looking for the next bin. I see myself sitting on a bench, observing the people and thinking of how life would be if I lived here. I see myself almost crying when I have to leave again. I like leaving and I hate leaving. I like to come back and see happy faces of friends and family. I hate to comeback with the knowledge that this trip was too short and will soon be just a distant memory.

tomorrow. london.

love is a mixtape

>>... der Rhythmus des Mix-Tape ist der Rhythmus der Romantik,
das analoge Summen einer Verbindung von zwei trägen menschlichen Körpern...<<

snow makes me feel like home

Where is my home? How do I define home? At the moment I am in lower austria, where I grew up, where my family lives. I enjoy it though I miss the exciting city of vienna. When I go to london in 2 weeks I'll feel like home there. Is my home nowhere? Am I a traveller between certain favourite places to stay? I have a pillow on which is written "You're at home baby" - so maybe home is where this pillow is. It's in vienna.