Month: May 2018
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
I am a traveler. I am a nomad. I rarely sleep in the same bed more than three or four nights. And I know hotel life better than anyone.
I don’t like landscapes. I like cities. Lots of cities. I like buildings. I like streets.
Banksy at Moco Museum
Laugh now, but one day we’ll be in charge.
It’s like this post-apocalyptic Barbie world: everything is pink, and there’re palm trees everywhere.