With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Bergen, Hardanger, Bergen, Trondheim, Bergen, London, Bergen, London, Oslo, London, L.A., Auckland. In 2 weeks.

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground...
Or upside down, whatever you like. And this has nothing to do with the fact that we're on the other side of this globe, or anything like that. I guess it's about rotating prospectives and changing points of view on timetables and rythms. All opinions are basically smashed down on the floor, and while you walk towards them to pick them up and put them together, you slide on them like on a banana skin and smash yourself on the floor too.

So. I'm sitting on a leather sofa (my legs stickin' to it) drinking Waikato draught. The air is warm and full of summerish sounds. People walk around barefoot, and I still have a problem telling whether this is a gummy dream or sweet reality. And oh, I chew it anyway.

The room is full of half-unpacked luggage, and I have serious problems keeping my eyes open at 6 p.m. But i like it, I like how everything's happening so fast that i barely (and roughly) have the time to process it. I like the way all the pulsions just flow through me without any need for analysis.

I like it, like it.
The pics are on their way, a couple of weeks delayed as always.