Caffeine does odd things to me. Rufus Wainwright is singing “Origin of Love” for he is beautiful. Life is beautiful (I swear, trust me on […]
Author: topher
Oh my God, before anything else, go HERE. Tomorrow I hope to buy a CD that I hope will ensure hatred of me for all […]
I had a long entry going, and then I accidentally closed the window. I think that might be a sign. fuck.
It is Friday night at 1:11am, and I am drinking tea and eating yoghurt + granola in a desperate attempt to stay awake. I have […]
No long, dramatic, boring travellogues here. You'll have to ask to read the unpublished manuscript in a few years. What I have on offer are […]
I am at a certain hostel (oxford backpacker's) in a certain town (oxford) trying to make amends for certain stupid actions (my behaviour for the […]
How do I always find myself in the same hostel coffee house in London wired on caffeine writing deadjournals? Oh, right, I like the familiar. […]
^^^that is the title of a pseudo memoir by George Orwell that resonated eerily with me… in Vienna and Interlaken. Paris and London have put […]
only to find no new e-mails or deadjournals, A LITTLE PIECE OF ME DIES ON THE INSIDE. yes. DIES. i walked around some giant mountains […]
I was hiking down the small Alpine mount I had found (Hohrungen, 733 m, do not fret, Interlaken is like 570 m) when I realized […]