memories of pain and memories of light, witnessing how love is cut and dried. first time in a foreign land alone i understand that these strangers are not gentle with me, sentiment, in reusable phrases and gestures but these affectations of love do not imply that it exists. pack up, wrap up, deliver these kisses to the next willing stranger because i do not want them.
Seminyak Beach, Bali, January 2012
but i am so happy here, bali has a momentum that suits me – slow bossa nova in afternoon cafes, acoustic guitar riffs on the beach, laughter and pulsating music as night breaks, there is a space for every kind of beat that you feel like and good people who dance and laugh and sing like their spirits are on fire. bali rewards those who love life and camaraderie, freedom and change, it is the lightest place i know and i am here for the good times.
