Paris | Melbourne | Sydney

“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” (Jack Kerouac, On the Road)

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montmartre, rainy

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When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, "Sleep tight, ya morons!" I'll bet I woke up every bastard on the whole floor. Then I got the hell out.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye 

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When a child first catches adults out—when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just—his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child’s world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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The Seine from the second level of the Eiffel Tower - sun reflections 

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ghostly Copenhagen on a cold winter’s afternoon. I enjoyed Copenhagen but dread constantly hung over me - I wasn’t myself, and I watched the crowds of happy people pass before me and felt alone

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When, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolf-like, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of the stillness, and the cold, and dark.

Jack London, The Call of the Wild

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Parisian streets on a rainy day 

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looking over the canal near Place de la République - walking through the northern parts of Paris 

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inside the British Museum - alone, on a rainy day 

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from a bridge in paris after a long walk. 

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the jardins des tuileries after dusk

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this night i stumbled upon the arc after walking around the 6ème arrondissement. the sunset was particularly spectacular. I was alone, but i was happy. 

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Malaga, Spain

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me and my love

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a notre dame tribute - pls recover soon 

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Quiet part of the Latin quarter