Mapping
Sunday, July 24th, 2005When you go back to somewhere you love, you stop taking books. Over
time you navigate not between underground stops but occurrences,
greeting familiar corners.
An internal tattoed map.
Last weekend this held true.
In Paris the marais is always the first stop. A walk down the rue Vieille du Temple first, looking in at ‘A Deux Pas du Dos’ [...]
Dragged kicking and screaming by inconsiderate parents around the globe may explain my wanderlust, my kawaii obsession and the need to document.
Then again it may be down to eating drugged cupcakes.
