So I went to Italy a couple weeks ago. I’ve never really been out of the country before, and it was totally incredible. My sister is studying abroad there, and it was even more amazing to travel with a personal translator/tour guide/photographer/best friend. Plus I wanted to post pictures of my face.
❝ the phone rings and i pick it up and i really wanted to do something else with my hands. it keeps coming back to that: what do i do with these hands? let’s say the dead are watching us. what should we do with our hands? let’s say that aliens are watching us. what should we do with our hands? let’s say that the world isn’t made out of love, let’s say it’s all paratroopers and suckerpunches. does this really change anything? ❞
—— richard siken, black telephone