there is a bridge covered in locks some with no keys, some sealed with long-forgotten combinations some quietly closed with ribbons, with twine there is a cathedral owned by gargoyles pigeons and peasants there is a tomb covered in small stones flower petals, metro tickets, teeth, candy, gratitude another tomb queerly smothered in lipstick kisses […]

hostel hostility

OK, it’s official, i am not a people person. which i had kinda suspected for most of the last half-century but … staying at backpacker hostels has confirmed it. sharing kitchen and bathroom space with other frugal-minded travellers with varying standards of cleanliness and etiquette and privacy considerations does not bring out the best in moi. like, […]