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• get over it

• write paper
  

I am currently wondering where these thoughts dwell in my brain. Both I would like to put into action but i cant seem to find either of them. I hear them though. echos of synapses; myelin sheath softens the footsteps of running dendrites. from one axon to the next in this game of hide and seek, i think im loosing.

I NEED YOUR HELP!

Hello everyone, I am hoping to submit some of my photographs to a UNCW student photography show. I am only able to submit 3 and I'm having a hard time deciding which would be the best 3 so i could use your help!
If you are willing please rate your top 3 favorites by writing the numbers i have put above them.
Thanks so much!

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Broken Social Scene

Getting it out.

First step: Finding the right song. Broken social scene; Her Disappearing Theme.

Second step: Let it surface, break it down, bullet it.

Third step: Beg it to stay there.

• I have lost a lot since June. Some things I miss placed and others were taken from me, I miss them all.
• Replacements and distractions frustrate me.
• The hurt seems to cluster together, huddle, make a game plan then break and take over despite my instructions.
• I have always been there...
• Fiddling with broken appliances wont satisfy my nerves like it does yours.
• First item on my agenda: cut off the water supply to my eyes.
• I have always been there...
• I feel like a child weeping, pleading "but you promised". And you did.
• And I am here. And I miss it all. And you do too. And it all seems a bit unnecessary.
• Why aren't you here...?
• Thats not what its all about I want to stay. Its not all a matter of business. It can be calm, it can be beautiful, but it will never be easy although we could make it so its always worth it.
  
• Money talks you said. But so do I and if you let me I can talk louder.
  
• I can't buy you groceries but I will be there after all the tomatoes and peaches are eaten.
  
• I see you following him, running away. And I'm not joining in the race because you said not to.
• Although in this scene some things seem to be lost and others broken, there is one thing I'm not yet willing to give up to June's disappearing theme.
  

Scotland

My dad, Oliver and I have returned from an amazing journey in Scotland. We spent most of our time on the Isle of Skye which is unbelievably beautiful.
Tomorrow my dad will return home and Oliver, Adam and I will head off to Barcelona for a three day music festival. After the festival we are going to try our hand at hitchhiking and see where the road takes us...we are hoping for France.

Here are some pictures from Scotland.

Lots of love.




Early morning light through the cracks of the tube station

Scotland

Mama & kids

Dunvegan Castle

Dunvegan Gardens

Quiraing

Quiraing

Tree bed

Driving home at midnight it was still light.

Thistle the Scotish flower

The Caves

Fiddle and Accordion festival

Thatch roof house

Plane back to London

Bump Brain

Oliver and I made a new Bump Brain track during my visit to Hertfordshire.

We tittled it Bishops Bop inspired by the road Bishops Rise that runs past his campus....check it out.


http://www.purevolume.com/bumpbrain

As we went

HELLO EVERYONE!!!!! You are about to go on a very condensed version of Oliver and my Easter travels....ENJOY!!!!

Before leaving England we went west to see Stonehenge and Bath (thank you mom!) here we are in front of Stonehenge
Our first minutes and tram wires in Amsterdam.

The Red Light District, located right next to our Hostel.

Bikes were the main mode of transportation in Amsterdam and snow the main mood of the weather.

A bench by the Bus station where we caught an overnight bus from Amsterdam to Berlin.

Berlin.
In front of the Brandenburg Gate in Paris Square, Berlin.

Our Shadows over Hitler's bunker where he killed himself. It is now a car park, possibly the biggest insult to Hitler for as our tour guide pointed out his main goal was to have a grand legacy. The car park does have a very small sign that marks what use to be under it but the main reason people visit it now is to pee on it.

The Jewish Holocaust Memorial, inspired by the Old Jewish Cemetery in Prague.

A street performer in Paris Square.

Old abandoned check point on the West Side Gallery the longest preserved part of the Wall in Berlin.

Children at the back of a Berlin tram soaking up the sun while they could.

Prague.
Dawn over the Prague castle.

Reflection: on our way down from the Prague castle.

Prague Astronomical Clock.

St. John of Nepomuk the oldest of 30 statues that line Charles Bridge.

After we watched the sun rise from Charles Bridge.

Train from Prague to Budapest.

Sun through train windows over the mountains of Slovakia.

Budapest.

The Chain Bridge over the Danube river. The Danube river is one of Europe's longest river's, it runs from Germany and passes through about 10 different countries before it becomes part of the Black Sea.

In our Hostel room before attending the Hungarian Opera.

CAVING!

Deep under Budapest.

Old men playing chess while soaking in the Turkish Baths of Budapest.

Everyone SMILE!

Poland (Krakow)
On the bus to Auschwitz

The hair of Women murdered in gas chambers (weight is approximately 1950 kgs). Hair of victims was sold by the SS as a raw material for the German textile industry and it cost 50 Phennigs per 1 kg.

CERTIFICATE:

Traces of hydrogen cyanide the basic poisonous component of preparations called cyclons- have been found in the examined hair.

(Director of the institute of forensic expertise, Cracow member of the General commission for the investigation of German crimes in Poland Dr. J. Z Robel)

(information retrieved from the Auschwitz museum)

Auschwitz I. To the left of this shot (out of frame) is the gate entrance to Auschwitz I that reads "Arbeit macht frei" which translates to "Work makes you free".

Warsaw.
By the time we got to Warsaw Poland we were somewhat burnt out on being tourists.
We arrived at night after a 7 hour bus ride from Krakow. We had become a bit lax on our traveling organization by that time and had forgotten to write down the name of the hostel we had booked....so, it was late, we were tired and had no idea where we were staying. But , considering we had already paid for the hostel online we were determined to find it. Thanks to English pretty much being an international language, internet cafes, google maps, and our travel books we found our way.
That night we slept in an 8 person hostel room; me, Oliver and six old, snoring business men! (Turns out that Warsaw is the most expensive city in Poland for accommodation so its a common occurrence for business men to stay in hostels during the week while they work).
We were awoken the next morning by the hostel owner who told us that the hostel was closing in 20 minutes! It also turns out that some hostels close during the day! Which my dad later told was the way most hostels use to be. We gathered all the things we thought we might need and left. We drank a carton of milk and ate bread on the streets of Warsaw with all the other homeless people.
The second night was the same story, snoring men and the second morning, although we tried to set an alarm on our cell phone to give us time to prepare for our eviction the phone battery died during the night and we were again woken up by the owner with 15 minutes to get out.

Goodmorning Warsaw!

Dinner from leftovers and we splurged on a tomato to spice things up.

Night plane back to England.

A souvenir of little cuts from the persistent cold.

There are of course many more stories to be told and pictures to be seen. You could call this the outline. Thank you to everyone who supported us in all the different ways in our journey; it was full of beauty, laughter, occasional tears, friendship and memories we will have and hold for the rest of our lives.


Until we hit the road again....