“There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.
Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.
Whenever it rains you will think of her.”
“Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening.
Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be,
but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself.
It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be,
like be yourself, and have a second cup”
A few months ago I started a travel blog… not my own travels, but travels others have made, beautiful videos and photography from many places round the world… take a trip across the globe at The Virtual Tour.