Monday, October 22

notes from travelling:

  • i got to a place in the country where everyone calls everyone 'love'.
  • her fluffy pink gloves were unneccessary. she looked like she was missing the rest of a pig costume.
  • longing to be beautiful; curled up small under train window, night scenes passing; ruffled, flushed cheeks, wearing a soft knitted hat.
  • sufjan stevens/strawberry chocolate/ham, greve, mustard
  • gloves continued: ridiculous affectation, impractical for both eating jelly babies and untangling i-pod.
  • it just seems so sad in this light. like rushing to complete yr homework when in fact you left school twenty two years ago.
  • i think they're sisters. it's like little women with chunky knits and styrofoam coffee cups.
  • all the way from sheffield to darlington it felt and sounded like the train was derailing. it put me in mind of italian air travel.

3 comments:

lambchop said...

ham, grief, mustard?

Johann Carlisle said...

I grew up in a part of the country where everyone calls everyone 'my lover'

Johann Carlisle said...

Thanks you. :)

Pretty close--I'd say it's pronounced "meyy luvrr".