It has recently come to my attention that America is L A R G E. To most others this statement of fact is probably rather obvious, but to myself, it has come as quite a shock. I believe this is because I’ve lived on a tiny island for a rather long time now. Born to a land as large as the sea, space always seemed excessively large to me, but now, even the sky seems further away. To rectify this I turn to BRILLIANT MAPS: (The rivers of America: discover more amazing maps here: http://twistedsifter.com/2013/08/maps-that-will-help-you-make-sense-of-the-world/ )
ANYWAY, I recently wrote about this for these people, check it out.
Oh meant to post this one ages ago. whoops.
presently i am enjoying the sounds of a massive accident out side my house, and everyone is screaming… ah london
Mica being the san fran based performance artist, not Mika, who sang about wanting to be like grace kelly. Granted maybe this Mica want to be like Grace Kelly as well, it’s just that I never asked. Perhaps If i ever meet him again I shall. Not that we even met mind you. OH the powers of the digital age to share a screen with a man for but a few moments and you feel like you know them. I mean we let each other into one another’s computers, became a face beaming back where normally a dull news feed and work stares out at us with vacant and non-discript tahoma shaped eyes. My computer is such an intimate space, a world folded around the contours of my own desire. My computer know my loves, and my wants, and my confessions, it is a social sanctuary, an extension of my mind, way to hot for my lap becasue i’ve not had the fan cleaned in ages…. anyway, it feels late…You know I would Like to be like grace kelly, like be a princess, not die tragically before my time in a car crash. I WOULD ALSO KILL for her bone structure. gurl turns it out.