Well I am loved through sickness Today I am courage at the track It’s so peaceful here No one to fuck it up I could lay here for hours and hours And not ask you for much – Ben Howard, Murmurations ☾ It’s still so surreal, seeing my love next to me. It’s been a year of not seeing each other physically. An uncertain
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Hanna and I drive through the countryside to visit Stonor Park – a house that has been in the same family’s hands for over 850 years, a story of political survival. It is hot outside – this year’s british summer has surprised everyone and it’s only june – and my car has no air conditioning, shirts sticking to our backs, hair flowing in the
“I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams…” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince ☾ We sit on the bus and we drive. It is 7am and everyone is tired. We drive and drive and drive. At first there still are trees and flowers
They say, that paradise is trees filled with fruits, meadows and fields covered in flowers, beaches with crashing waves. They say that paradise is a place where you feel good and happy and nothing bad ever happens. I’ve found this place. Tuesday is the day where we arrive in paradise. I remember horseback riding through the jungle from years ago but
Can history be bequeathed? Can moments and a life be passed on to your descendants? Is it possible that we do not only inherit physical traits – the colour of your eyes, the shape of my earlobe – but also feelings in a certain situation, preferences towards lifestyles? Can you have a country running in your veins? It is a long journey. Over 12