Today we leave here! Hallelujah.
We’re going to grab a bus to Granada where we’ll be looking for an open squat called The Magic Garden. Then we should be meeting up with Ahmed, an amazing Egyptian guy we met in Tarifa who actually lives in Manhattan but is travelling Spain and morocco for a couple of months. When we told him about our friend Dans commune in Orgeva, he immediately said he’d lie to come and see it, dan said its fine so after a couple of days in Granada we’ll be hitch hiking there with him.
I’m fucking excited for the next month. More than anything else for a while.
I love this painting. Kevin, the farmer, brought it from an alcoholic that begged him to buy it. He said that he felt bad for the guy, he had no alcohol to feed his addiction.
Absolutely adore this photo of my Dad and his fiance, Bex. They’re an incredible couple.
He stole her away from an awful marriage and has given her the life she always wanted. He has always sworn against marriage but I guess something about her made him think differently.
We’re having fun as a little three. I feel much better now that Molly is here with me. It’s much easier to feel like myself.
I’ve kind of been realising that after seeing a 28 year old in Barcelona, a 19 year old is just a little bit too close to my own age. I feel horrible saying it, but it’s true. It’s so noticable.
The other night though, Molly, Melle and I were going to do some magic truffles and then the Aussie guys, Tristan and Tom, came over to Melle’s and we went on a beautiful work. All tripping balls on these truffles. We were in such a perfect location, a beautiful park about 20 minutes on the tube from Amsterdam city centre. It was beautiful when we were sober but once the truffles came into affect, it was a magical fairy land and all everything I thought made me think I was about to orgasm. I couldn’t get close enough to anybody I wanted to hug and I felt like I could’ve conjured up my Mother if I needed to.
Brennah and Steven, Molly and I. Outside The Doors Palace in Amsterdam.
This was taken the morning after that night in the hotel room. We had the best morning, wondering around the city with them.
I love you! You’re my best friend. I was thinking of you on the plane. I love how completely unshockable we are together. We just laugh at everything. Nothing seems to surprise us about the other one. There’s just no judgement whatso
ever. I could tell you anything and know for a fact that it wouldn’t send you running. I love your hair and your incredible sense of style. Getting so high we can’t speak! “Car stoned.” Too much munch and cups of tea. Making the most of what we’ve got and the bestof every situation. Drawing pictures, writing notes, always remembering everything. Falling over, holes in all of our clothes, bruises, bumps, scrapes, pains. RELIEF. Missing trains, charity shops, bin diving, constant music, the soundtrack of our lives. Tears, thoughts and laughter. So much laughter. WIPES MMMmmmmmmmmmmm Talks of the future too, but let us stick to the present moment like glue. The things to see, things to do and all the things we have seen and everything we’ve done. We’ll always be free as a small child, small naked children that run around in fields laughing life off our backs. Weightless. Like birds. Flying free. Nothing other than what’s in front of us right now to worry about. So much crap in our bags. Too many things. But keeping things is nice. Hippo, barn owl, letters, receipts, business cards of Moroccan men in Barcelona, memories. The crazy people we’ve met and love with every part of our hearts. Stella, Jeanine, Trish, Areya, Valentin, Klaudiu, Thomas, Cem, Kerry, James, Melle, EV, Tim, Jesus, Tiger, Nickia, Rudi! And all the people inbetween. I want to move to our house in a field, raise a fat old family, by fat I don’t mean a family of blocks! I mean a mad extended family of friends and kids and love and wildlife. We’ll both be with handsome men that take care of all the blue jobs while we’re entertained by the pink jobs. Lets meet everybody that we could ever meet just so they know. You know? You know! DONTCHA DAWRLIN! I know that even if we lose each other for a while, we will find our way back to each other once more so we can sit on our rocking chairs at 80 years old in a wooden house with a huge fire place with our husbands – your husband, my lover of the time, out on the decking, watching the grandkids play in the lake, swinging from the swing we made when we first built the house! Rolling a joint, looking back on our lives, laughing our heads off at how we got it SO right.
WE, YOU AND I, ARE A UNITED NATION, A COMMUNITY, SPACE TIME AND ENERGY.
You’re my best friend. I love you and will always do so.
“3000 people were lost on 9/11… yet over 1 million have been killed in Iraq and Afganistan through the American’s ‘retaliation’ ( pre 9/11 also…). The ‘media’ does not focus on this. Instead, they breed a type of sentiment fit for a dreaming society that usually does not bother to read between the lines or challenge the accepted norm. I’m not a ‘zeitgeister’ or anything but if you want to know what’s going on in the world then turn off your TV news station and burn your tabloids. TERRORISM= WE ARE DOING IT, RIGHT?”
You like the Beatles and I like Dylan. This is where we collide.
Melle and I have spent the past couple of days getting to know each other outside of Boom Festival. It’s been amazing.
Basic shit like breakfast together an 2 in the afternoon, making the bed together, riding through Amsterdam with me on the back of his bike, singing along to his dad playing the piano, flicking through art books together, discussing out favourite pieces, introducing each other to new music, new foods, new comedians, new films, new books, different ways of life. Talking about our friendships and families, takes from our past jobs and the things we’ve seen around the world.
We lay in bed and he grabs me and pulls me towards him. We fall asleep with our limbs mangled and wake up in the very same position.
How lucky am I?
I met this guy at Boom, Melle. I asked him for weed and he invited moly and I I just smoke with him and his friend Adrian. We did. From there we took acid and he tried to teach me pois and we watched the moon fall over the lake. The three of us. We skipped back to our 2 man tent and the three of us slept in there. Melle and I slept hand in hand and incredibly closely. The next day we went to a tent, danced and got real high. We met some French people and went swimming in the lake. Melle and I jumped off a rock together and came up kissing. from then we couldn’t stop, we spent an awful long time in the water. When we came out Molly was sat alone on the beach, no sign of the guys from Paris. We spent the rest of the festival getting really fucking close and exploring one another in every way. We only fucked once but it was brilliant. Molly loves him and the three of us have most hilarious time.
On the 5th of September, I’m flying out to Amsterdam, staying with him by myself for a week before Molly joins us.
Privileged.
