Saturday, 6 November 2010

Heathrow, Terminal 1 Departures

I'm travelling with more mixed emotions than the gentlemen jetting from Hong Kong to San Fran.

If this was a movie I would cry, I like that idea but I'm only sitting here, neutral. Put into travel mode.

Taking everything in, not participating, not feeling.

Is it easier to sell perfume with Eminem rapping in the background?

Americans wearing white trainers...

Short look on all the luxury goods, on my wrist a scent that smells wrong – it will fade till home as well as the  “what am I doing here”-feeling. That will return in the darkness, when it's quiet, in the empty bed.

Home is where the heart is

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