You said, “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.
Spoken to her once in the past year I think? Haven’t seen her in three.
We very rarely sleep in the same bed, so you know… Impossible!
Only because I am in lesbians with you!
Oh dear! I don’t remember getting to Shape. I don’t remember being in Shape. I don’t remember leaving Shape.
But that’s so sweet thank you! :-)
I started off this year here in Perth and then I went to London and then I came back here and then I went to London again and now I’m back here and then I’m back in London in less than two months! Half of this year has been spent on planes, I swear to god.