airplane has the wifi.
hi from the sky.

na ekana apto antikeimeno tin peran-pasas-fandasias monaxia, afinondas to LA, epistrefondas sti NYC, nothing waiting but work and responsibilities, na tin valw panw se ena trapezi na tis petame velakia, i na tin kanoume stare contest.

a perfect desert yeehaw location

LA misty moist morning mournings.

Waiting for the flight to Los Angeles. Is there a lonelier place than airports?

θα δοκιμάσω να βγω απ΄το σώμα μου, πες μου αν δεις τίποτα

i’m beyond absofuckinglutely exhausted from being petrifuckingfied twentyfuckingfour hours a fucking day, about everyfuckingthing.

I started taking a little ginkgo biloba to strengthen my memory, typically oxymoronic and directly opposed to my plight to forget.
Two steps forward, two steps back.

i found this picture;
use it to make up a story.

making it work in the real world, is proving more and more difficult.
i’m only good at illusions, paid in monopoly money.