love o' the loveless

Kompressor has been to the Vatican. On New Year's Day. There is much more to tell than that (her eyes have been pecked out by pigeons in Venice), but I shall save that for later.

Maren is asleep upstairs in the hostel room and I am back at the same coffee shop blitzed outta my mind on caffeine and internetin' live no traveller should.

Sunday I go home.

Friday I am homeless, perhaps it is time to go see Tom. I think that would be nice.

In case anyone needed proof that I have no shame, I will have many splendid pictures in the next week. I love all of you in this year of the future, 2005.

I do not, however, love many trains, planes, and buses. Getting from Venice to London was a 12 hour ordeal of sexy funness.

Hmm… it's only forever?

-mugwump out

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