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settle. learn. scribble.

IMG_6055Alright. I think it’s officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language.

I’m settling into life, it’s strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words – alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything┬áis completely different.

I was trying to explain this to my besty David last night. He reckons I’m dreary and that I should be in all of my literal glory at the moment. I don’t think I’m dreary, I’m adjusting. I forgot what being happy was like.

The luthier goes out of his way to make me happy; to an extent where a gesture of reciprocation in my shaky-jawed shock just doesn’t even seem feasible to me. How do you say, “Yo, thanks…” to someone who falls from the sky and saves your life?

I’m not really sure.IMG_6067

I’m going to try to cook him dinner tonight. I’m certain it won’t be as delicious as what he cooked for me during the week – but I’ll have a crack.

The idea of a new poetry edition keeps floating to the front of my head. It’s been four years. That’s a lot of poetry floating around. It’s nice to have some collections in spines. Even when they’re edited by yours truly with various spectrums of typos.

I digress. It’s hot and sticky in the city. I’m enjoying the sweat of the last days of summer. Cold comes quick in these parts and it sticks around.

For now, I’m going to listen to hip hop and wander around the streets. Midtown is no Italy – but it’s not too shabby either. Everything seems to look better and brighter to me these days.

 

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back from italy. shout out japan.

Namaste blah-g family…IMG_6028

I’m back from Italy. It was literally everything.

But first – shout out Japan. Continue reading

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Twenty hours

About 20 hours from now, my plane will take off from JFK to Berlin, and then fly from Berlin to Rome. Continue reading

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i leave tomorrow

IMG_5646Well… I’ve been quiet for a minute. For four days…

The word introspection is a gross understatement.

I have this habit of writing in various journals at once. Due to my love affair with paper and ink, I can never pass up bringing home a new empty book that speaks to me. Continue reading

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day thirty-two

IMG_5806I have never Skyped so much in my entire life. Tonight, during our second session of the day, the luthier and I pondered how our species ever survived without it.

In a way, it doesn’t feel like we’ve been separate for 32 days. Technology sort of washed that out with text messages and video chat. However, there is absolutely no replacement for the physical touch of your better half. Continue reading

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