black diamond

listening to: charlie parr

the nearest thing to walking up a hill in copenhagen is the travelator in the black diamond library; i went for a run in the stinging rain and it led me there. too cold today. i finished 'on the road'. no matter how sad or mad dishevelled dean moriarty is at the end, he's no tragedy is neal cassady..

'what i should've said was they were
just ripples on the bottom of the upside down lake of the void'

lucky sal though. how was it everyone liked him so much? i think i ask very different questions when reading this. reading it in the week before term starts in expensive and dark copenhagen, oh i've never felt so stagnant and itchy and podgy and ready to pop and deflate wildly around the world.

restless souls able to tell a life story at the click of a finger.

the final chapter, the mexican chapter, made me excited for summer and sad for this dark drudge that keeps us all cooped up inside, you'd be mad to hitch to mexico city from copenhagen in this weather. i cannot stand these winter months. i cannot stand more darkness. february 1st, it has been dark for 30 minutes and its 5.26pm.

there are some awful things on the waves today.

yuck. ive just listened to the liars - 'dear god' from the housecloud 7" and its without doubt terrible.

gulping at banana pear yoghurt from a plastic carton. new month, new goals for when it stops being so god damn cold.