The world offers itself to your imagination
traveling is a puzzling concept to me. i guess i never properly understood that there are people besides the ones i know, places besides the ones i’ve visited, things besides the ones i’ve seen, and they all exist at the same time as me and the tiny universe inside my mind.
then again, i also never understood planes, trains or even buses. you stay at one place the whole time, but then you leave it and the exit turns out to be completely different from the entrance, even though the door, most of the time, stays the same. and since i spend most of my life hidden deep inside my own brain i can never properly grasp the concept of moving through space.
and that's why every trip is a weird, unsettling marvel.
короче, вернулась из Лондона в Москву. постепенно привыкаю ко всему обратно, но на выходе из метро всё ещё рефлекторно тянусь за ойстером.
из других новостей – отстригла ещё больше волос, чем обычно, очень довольна.
пруф или не было
then again, i also never understood planes, trains or even buses. you stay at one place the whole time, but then you leave it and the exit turns out to be completely different from the entrance, even though the door, most of the time, stays the same. and since i spend most of my life hidden deep inside my own brain i can never properly grasp the concept of moving through space.
and that's why every trip is a weird, unsettling marvel.
короче, вернулась из Лондона в Москву. постепенно привыкаю ко всему обратно, но на выходе из метро всё ещё рефлекторно тянусь за ойстером.
из других новостей – отстригла ещё больше волос, чем обычно, очень довольна.
пруф или не было
