Pictures from Kichijoji, Tokyo
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Pictures from Kichijoji, Tokyo
friendly reminder that
if we’re mutuals, you are allowed to slip 1 (One) small lizard into my pocket if you see me at the farmer’s market
An abandoned factory burned down last night and this morning the city was still in smoke
“that’s the spirit” i say as i gesture to the spirit that’s been haunting my home for years. when will they leave or start contributing to the household by doing something like helping with laundry. when will they pay rent
Baby boomer goals: home ownership, 2.5 kids, dream vacations to florida/hawaii
Millenial goals: having any money left after bills, an apartment without roommates, dying quickly and painlessly in the initial nuclear exchange to avoid witnessing the collapse of humanity
Embroidery art by Sheena Liam
Street art in Mexico city
shout it for the people in the back
I listen to music so often that sometimes I measure how long it takes me to do something based on the amount of songs I listened to doing it.
has anyone suggested that rich people keep writing shitty articles about millennials because the only millennials they know are their rich shitty children
wat phu
50 km down the mekong feet up in the bow snapping clouds of mist stuck on the morning above the bridge boy in checked shirt barefoot balanced on a tippy rail pulling nets in the push of the green running river
interesting things
at champassak I paid the boatman off walked up the bank down dusty road to find a dirt floor fan room 18,000 kip a night later went back to the landing to sit with chickens in the hot shade drinking cold
beer lao
buying beer for the tuk-tuk driver to take me across next morning to the road to the border buying beer for the dutch couple met on the boat from ban huay xai buying beer for the nervous husband who arrived on his
angry motorbike
ran into a belgian accountant on his third time around and we had dinner drinks got back to the room to a small circle under the light pole and throat-searing lao-lao in a clear
glass bottle
filled with herbs being passed around four of us under a single bulb on the bank of the black running river ventured in loose conversation english high school french and lao midst many plagues of
flying insects
and when the bottle was empty sent the boy out on his moto for another plastic bag spent the night on my back listening to the ants climb up the walls and every time I flipped the switch to see what
the fuck
stunned beetles buzzed and smacked into the cinder blocks and somewhere in there before all that had rented a bicycle pedaled myself out to wat phu climbed the
ancient stairs
beneath a living archway of plumeria stood in the cool green shade under a broad tree looking out over the hatched green plain to the silver
running river
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