it was a bit past 00:00 jan 1st 2010 when the plane took off. the dull experience of flying on new year’s eve was interrupted by a spectacle of the brightest fireworks exploding over the massive city of são paulo, giving the impression that the whole place was alive and partying wildly. the atmosphere was filled with an uncanny feeling that resembled a cheerful scene in an optimistic sci-fi movie. no better way to start the year.
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so far, the autumn looks like a fernando pessoa or william blake poem, sounds like bauhaus’ the sky’s gone out, smells like a late night cup of tea with an old friend, and feels like the delightful sounds that come out when the sweet skinny guy says out loud “the bus stop by the bookstore.”