Year of journey n° 30.
All tickets are issued and stamped in Belgium, although the operating system has its heart in England. Occasional detours take place via Germany and the Netherlands, and luckily, all data can and will be translated into the respective language of the aforementioned geography.
Companions include a beautiful and benevolent sister, a pedantic yet highly modest father and precious little rebel brother. Maintaining a strong, long established bond with my one-and-only: both cocooning and catapulting my chosen direction of journey, enchanting me on every new day with an Italian MultiJet engine and a devil-approved red chassis.
Regular tributes whispered for the dear memory of my Blue Russian cat, who’ll undoubtedly be causing ruckus in the feline heavens. Piercing resentments persist towards the ghosts of mother and brother, whose worded promises never held meaning.
This suitcase is violently being dragged across pavements, it witnesses the reckless crossings amidst busy junctions; equipped with soft layers of warm wearables, a journal and its jotter, a digital camera with its lonely fixed-focal lenses and an elaborate back-up plan.
Welcome curse words, coffee cups and cigarettes. My lighters must, at all times, as soon as possible and at any cost, be returned to each their designated place after use.
Tour guides loudly spell curiosity, questioning and fury.
Regular delays are caused by my notorious insomnia and compulsive movement, and regretfully, the soundtrack volume is not adjustable.
Thirst for literary/rhetorical/somatic expression persists to quench out depression, addiction and undying rage.
Insatiably immersed in music. A doo bee doo, doo doo ba-doo.
Postcards will at any time either flood and utterly exhaust the delivery services, or, otherwise remain untouched, dismissed and stubbornly blank.
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Photo taken in Eupen, 2012.
A S P H Y X I A 
Hello, Im a friend of dokter Heys, Steven Heys. You know Heys? Im in love with Heys. Hihihihihihihihi
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Hi Ruth…
I thought I’d never find you back, but internet is sometimes a wonderful thing.
While sharing a bus ride this evening we started talking… You intrigued me, but unfortunately the ride was a little too short… It got me thinking that there’s definitely a lot more to this young lady than meets the eye…
Although way too short, I really enjoyed the talk. It made my day and put a smile on my face for what was left of that evening…
Thank you…
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One of the things I love doing, is to engage in a conversation with a perfect stranger.
It doesn’t happen that often to cross paths with people spontaneously opening up towards someone they’ve never met before, and perhaps will never see again.
It doesn’t matter if it’s only just once for a few minutes.
Just a, seemingly meaningless, fraction of a lifetime.
Really, it doesn’t matter if you’ll never see that person again.
All our childhood our parents taught us not to speak to strangers… To be afraid of people we don’t know…
But how can we make new friends ? How can we engage into romance, if we never take a step towards a person we’ve never met before ?
Every friend we make, every lover we had and will have, was once just a perfect stranger that crossed our path at a particular moment in time…
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Fork
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Outdoors
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Awesome
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violet
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