Looking: at mysterious/beautiful silhouettes by Marinshe. Check out her flickr and her website.
Listening: to ‘The Concubine’ by Beirut. An effortlessly pleasant song – my kind of ‘easy listening.’
Smelling: stale, musty, second-rate hotel air. This place hasn’t been redone in 25 yrs…
Tasting: soy cappuccino and memories of breakfast – fuckers put bacon in my home fries…
Feeling: the slight callouses on my palms just under the base of my fingers – must be from doing everything with my many rings on. Like lifting weights (occasionally). I am woman, hear me roar.
Cannot wait to be back in the city tonight. There’s only one.
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