thinking back on Pedro and his openness makes me smile, when talking about the removal of restrictions of movement between countries in the EU he was genuinely happy and excited about the prospect of no borders. that attitude might contribute to the series of no border actions that come out of europe. its pretty fantastic that that attitude exists and some folk act on it, it sucks that more do not. but the beauty of Pedro's honest excitement moves me, making me think of how great it could be if that attitude went farther and pushed all of us to think about the possibility of a world without borders where the free movement of people was encouraged over the free movement of capital.

my dreams have been so vivid recently, from looking up ali's skirt to the whole battle between malcolm, my mother and i, to the wild train ride high in the mountains of asia, along with the fact that most of the protagonists seem to be womyn, what does that mean? i mean shit, oranges? seeds? skins? trucks? the past? nudity and whirling dervishes along with muslim militia on horse backs, coal powered trains, glass doors and the student center, last night was heavily affected by the travel book - in such a beautiful way ah the desire to recreate and enjoy again but the desire for uniqueness in that is so beautiful. i think switchiny positions of my sleep has done wonders too. and i wonder what affect the hours im sleeping have. with work aside i should be able to maintain whatever. and again the time for yoga must be made or ill just be screwing myself.