Mapcrunch again. I’m in fucking Palma, in a place where I have fucking been. I actually recognized the way to the airport. Of course.
Writer, rainbows, mental illness, Sherlock Holmes, dreams of the open road and a new town every morning, Led Zeppelin, alcohol, Bright Eyes, travel and wide-open spaces, history geek, gamer, the color green, classic rock, British comedy, beautiful women, hobos and beatniks and vagabonds and alcohol and cigarettes.
I like contradictions and constellations.
I like contradictions and constellations.
