Tuesday, 26 July 2011

notes from an island

So there was the sea and the smooth cliffs pouring into it.

There were sunsets to warm the bone to its marrow. (Sunsets I mostly spent on the phone, because sometimes you need more than beautiful views, you need tangibility.)

There were small cold waves to dive into and lots of books to read. (I mostly read Tender Is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It's been years since I've last read it cover to cover and it's very different from what I remembered. And I might have outgrown Fitzgerald, oddly enough. He's too melancholy for my state of mind.)

There was a lot of thinking and even more writing. Pages upon pages. Most of it utter nonsense but sometimes there's no need to judge. Not right now.

There was a huge bed to lie back on and listen to my breathing during the nights when sleep didn't come. A small lamp to light up the walls made of wood and outside the steady sighs of the sea.


  1. you are amazing.
    i always feel the same way after all your posts.
    keep on being amazingly amazing

  2. Your posts make me want to come live a day in your life. This sounds perfect.

  3. i was wondering, do you have a Goodreads-account? because you seem to read A LOT.

  4. I do have an account, though I haven't updated it in a year or so.

    Feel free to poke around anyway! http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/748828-iida