A note to my place of birth.

Such anxiety, such uncertainty.

Late at night or early…

Confession of hidden violence.

I never get enough shut-eye.

Memory is always replaced by myth.

We are fascinated, but why?

The ecstasy of rocking…

Clothes with pockets are an essential luxury.

Things I wish I could look up sitting on the runway with my phone on airplane mode.

This only seems Red like Taylor…

Champion of banned books and taboos.

What do you dream?

Such strange things said in gas stations.

Paper tears so easily.

Landing on your feet?

Not quite a love letter…

Altitude is awful.

Travel and borders are inseparable and odd.

Remember, it’s best to book ahead!