i keep thinking about writing a book. seems delusional to hope anyone would ever want to read it - in this era of tweets and destroyed attention spans. perhaps that is why i want to write it so much. i want those beautiful long spaces of thought to come back. i want to revisit those times in my life when there were literally no cell phones and I was remote. Disconnected from others and so much more present in the places i went to. Now we’ve recently moved to buenos aires, and there are people walking around connected to the cloud on their phones. americans texting in english to old friends, feeling so close to them that they can’t really feel how strange it is that men walk around heaving carts behind them like donkeys down the busy streets.
OK - i wrote the above before i decided to start a BLOG - which makes it all sort of irrelevant. I'll be writing for you to read backwards. If you have gotten to this point, I am surprised :) Blogs need photos and headlines and quick bits to be digestible. So that's what I'll try to do from now on.
I begin this BLOG from Tea Connection, a lovely cafe and totally Argentine despite it's name. It's having problems with it's alarm system which HURTS my hears, but no one seems to mind. I'll take the bus home now and digest some advil.
OK - i wrote the above before i decided to start a BLOG - which makes it all sort of irrelevant. I'll be writing for you to read backwards. If you have gotten to this point, I am surprised :) Blogs need photos and headlines and quick bits to be digestible. So that's what I'll try to do from now on.
I begin this BLOG from Tea Connection, a lovely cafe and totally Argentine despite it's name. It's having problems with it's alarm system which HURTS my hears, but no one seems to mind. I'll take the bus home now and digest some advil.
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