Monday, April 28, 2014

Hungarian blues

The sky, up in fields. Walking about the grey turfs of personal maps.
Budapest was pretty fantastic, as in the architecture and the food and the nature and the baths were pretty fantastic. I was always getting scolded for some reason, even though I did my best to never overstep boundaries, never act on impulse, never stray and never bother. I guess this taught me that I should do it all anyway; getting scolded is only bad when it's not over something worthwhile.

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