My favorite Belarussian
is named Lydia. She waxed my eyebrows today at Capristo. She told me to love my fucked-up eyebrows. I love her.
is named Lydia. She waxed my eyebrows today at Capristo. She told me to love my fucked-up eyebrows. I love her.
looking forward to it!
hmmmm?
last night, i fell asleep in front of the tv watching tokyo story, and then woke up at five and dragged myself up to sleep, and then had the following dream within the next three hours: that i was in india with my extended family, including my parents, aunt joan, and sister jenny, and that they were all incredibly difficult to travel with — and there was something confusing about trying to store one of my suitcases at a corner shop so i wouldn’t have to walk around with it, and then a long scene at a grocery store that was not unlike a recent experience in a spanish grocery store with my parents and my aunt — and i woke up thinking that it would be nice to go to india after all.
Casa al Villagio dei Giornalisti, 1934.
oh, spain…