gah.

crete

mycenea

the beach

ancient minoan culture

beautiful purple flowers

i feel awash with soem sort of apathy that can only be fended off with physical addictions
food, caffiene, or adrenaline

fuck.

i am worthless today.

aye. we are in crete until friday and all i want to do is keep moving but to where?

the street corner isnt satisfying, nor is the cafe, my room bland, and the sitting area in the hostel looks like a prison.

im losing passion by the fistful and ive got three shitty ass assignments coming up that must be done.

im just going to do them, and not worry about it. once done they are done with and then there is no more, right?

right.

its 909pm on the island of crete in the mediterrarean sea. the sun has gone down and my soul is tired. i feel infinitely worthless. maybe its echoing through the group, we are all tired, the jig is running down and the game may have been exposed, we know there is under twenty days left and it shows. ive got to get that work done so i dont think about it. and can enjoy the beautiful scenery, i think tomorrow ill buy that camera that mom wants me to buy or maybe ill switch the film in the holga. maybe i wont. i wont. its going to stay as it is, im going to empty the holga of its roll and switch those, and then finish with that, fucking around wont help me any. i dont want to do the camera thang, so i wont.

tomorrow is changing the plane ticket time. yay. reality interacts with me as i interact with reality.

fun.

with love

d