the night starts here
1 little bag
a decision between 50ies high heels and dark boots
2 waiting girls
Stars- The night starts here (dir.Jonathan Vardi)
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...the night is already advanced here in wien, as always i'm at the peek of my productivity past midnight. my mouth is sticky of metaphorical honey after eating the viscous hours of this day in waiting position...ambiguous nourishment: more than ever shifting between ecstasy and melancholy, more the later - although for no obvious reasons, quite the opposite.
...and still more of that sluggish time to kill: nevertheless i am standing already with my warm winter coat and gloves by the door, a bag full of flamboyant & camp summer clothes in one hand, an e-ticket to london in the other hand. wait: no shoes on, but 0°C outside. which pair shall i wear?
- sure, these boots are made for walking. but i'm gonna dance [hopefully not to such 90s music though]! - the b page 50ies stilettos then? but i'm gonna dance in an allegorical desert!
...i kick melancholy's ass with my high heels and remind myself of the upcoming days:
- long yearned for this concentrated eastern european craziness:
and this picture, which the following weekend will refer to, explains probably the very reason for my ambiguity [in this case]: whereas this trip to UK's capital promises something like a return to the "out of a suitcase"-life; being back on the road, where my home is and finally: decompression...
- the saddening part is in fact, that this is a lie.
its like getting hooked on that vibe again. i know already that instead of fleeing from the pressure of the default world, i will feel the force of an unknown future in the present once more, the absence of a corporeal past is more compressing than this gray world out there is depressing.
...summarized: it puts pressure on my shoulders as i know how perfect life could be, with no people wearing unsexy jeans, but nothing or tempting skirts.
speaking of tempting: i should get some tasty proteins before i leave for the upcoming days.
i open my fridge, and after the dust storm coming from its insides finally stops, i pick a package of smoked salmon, couple of eggs and butter. i prepare thin omelettes and roll them immediately into clingwrap to keep them elastic. meanwhile i blend cress with lemon juice, sour cream, salt and a bit of white pepper to a sauce. unwrapping the omelette, covering it with the salmon slices, rolling it up again and serve on the cress dressing. some vitC with it - and off i go...!
....the life starts here!
a decision between 50ies high heels and dark boots
2 waiting girls
Stars- The night starts here (dir.Jonathan Vardi)
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...the night is already advanced here in wien, as always i'm at the peek of my productivity past midnight. my mouth is sticky of metaphorical honey after eating the viscous hours of this day in waiting position...ambiguous nourishment: more than ever shifting between ecstasy and melancholy, more the later - although for no obvious reasons, quite the opposite.
...and still more of that sluggish time to kill: nevertheless i am standing already with my warm winter coat and gloves by the door, a bag full of flamboyant & camp summer clothes in one hand, an e-ticket to london in the other hand. wait: no shoes on, but 0°C outside. which pair shall i wear?
- sure, these boots are made for walking. but i'm gonna dance [hopefully not to such 90s music though]! - the b page 50ies stilettos then? but i'm gonna dance in an allegorical desert!
...i kick melancholy's ass with my high heels and remind myself of the upcoming days:
- long yearned for this concentrated eastern european craziness:
and this picture, which the following weekend will refer to, explains probably the very reason for my ambiguity [in this case]: whereas this trip to UK's capital promises something like a return to the "out of a suitcase"-life; being back on the road, where my home is and finally: decompression...
- the saddening part is in fact, that this is a lie.
its like getting hooked on that vibe again. i know already that instead of fleeing from the pressure of the default world, i will feel the force of an unknown future in the present once more, the absence of a corporeal past is more compressing than this gray world out there is depressing.
...summarized: it puts pressure on my shoulders as i know how perfect life could be, with no people wearing unsexy jeans, but nothing or tempting skirts.
speaking of tempting: i should get some tasty proteins before i leave for the upcoming days.
i open my fridge, and after the dust storm coming from its insides finally stops, i pick a package of smoked salmon, couple of eggs and butter. i prepare thin omelettes and roll them immediately into clingwrap to keep them elastic. meanwhile i blend cress with lemon juice, sour cream, salt and a bit of white pepper to a sauce. unwrapping the omelette, covering it with the salmon slices, rolling it up again and serve on the cress dressing. some vitC with it - and off i go...!
....the life starts here!
mironja - 27. Nov, 18:51
