Sheltering Sky

"He did not think of himself as a tourist; he was a traveller. The difference is partly one of time, he would explain. Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveller, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, during periods of years, from one part of the earth to another. Indeed, he would have found it difficult to tell, among the many places he had lived, precisely where it was he had felt most at home". PAUL BOWLES




Memories


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Memories are a powerful -and yet dangerous- weapon against dark and cold days. You can close your eyes and travel to a happier time -half real, half imaginary.

There was a time when I was young, a time -real or imaginary- when having fun was the aim.

Memories are like some people, they just look nicer from the distance. Rob made this video a year ago. It captures four years of fun. But I never had four years of fun. There were good moments, sure, but I would lie to myself if I were to believe that I was happier then than now. We are dancing in my flat with Jorge, and then clubbing in Moscow and Kiev. On a cold cloudy Monday morning, this video opens a window to a sunnier place, wherever that is.




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