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since i ‘ve been back from london, a little piece of property has been kindly passed to me. this spot on earth has become my secret sanctuary, somewhere i can hide myself and become invisible. this is the place where i feel free to indulge myself into my favourite activities; listen to my favourite music, sing, read, contemplate, make stuff, plan my travels.
there are not many amenities; there is no electricity and the water supply has been cut off long time ago. furniture is scarse - unfortunately no second hand or charity shop on this part of the world - and there are bits of dust and past dirt around. but still, this adds up to its atmosphere and increase my feeling of belongingness.
the former occupant used to be a private language school and when they moved out, the painted blue ceiling and the orange walls with bits of blue tack came to light. however, i have no intention of changing the wall colours or removing the blue tack spots. i like the roughness of it; but most of all, it makes me recall some vivid memories of my childhood, bored and sleepy trying to grasp passive voice and indirect speech. sole decoration on the bare walls are photocopies of maps i ‘ve been carrying around with me and some empty frames waiting..
photos to come shorty.
if i am to reborn i pray to be born as bird with big wings, small brains and increased survival instincts.
some lovely photos from brigitte sire via simply photo.
oh, i forgot to tell you; i still heart this dress from la casita de wendy!
there are not many amenities; there is no electricity and the water supply has been cut off long time ago. furniture is scarse - unfortunately no second hand or charity shop on this part of the world - and there are bits of dust and past dirt around. but still, this adds up to its atmosphere and increase my feeling of belongingness.
the former occupant used to be a private language school and when they moved out, the painted blue ceiling and the orange walls with bits of blue tack came to light. however, i have no intention of changing the wall colours or removing the blue tack spots. i like the roughness of it; but most of all, it makes me recall some vivid memories of my childhood, bored and sleepy trying to grasp passive voice and indirect speech. sole decoration on the bare walls are photocopies of maps i ‘ve been carrying around with me and some empty frames waiting..
photos to come shorty.
if i am to reborn i pray to be born as bird with big wings, small brains and increased survival instincts.
some lovely photos from brigitte sire via simply photo.
oh, i forgot to tell you; i still heart this dress from la casita de wendy!