It's strange, but all the travelling seems to have melded into my brain, such that now I live a non-stop backpacking nightmare that fills both my day and nightscape. These nights, I either go blank, or dream about very mundane travelling stuff - things like missing my flight, forgetting a transit, fumbling over foreign small change (why should Two Pence be so much larger than Twenty Pence??).
Among other things, to cover up the remains of an imploding heart for weeks and weeks is tough shit. Apart from Toilet and Bath, I'm never alone lately. Need some room and good sleep soon.
EDIT: yet another insanely BORING dream about hostel life! AHHHHHH
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