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a cloud of desperate contortions | expatriate
https://crowhouse.wordpress.com/2012/12/31/a-cloud-of-desperate-contortions
Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej. Where i’m at …. All things withdrew, as it were, to the root of their being. A cloud of desperate contortions. Fireworks on the rynek. I’m not complaining, really — i have it pretty good. and most of this is my fault — if you don’t deal with things when you need to, they have a nasty habit of coming back to haunt you. that’s what happened this year. so many goddamned nasty chickens came home to roost. Consider it a synopsis of a longer work yet to be fully conceived.
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all things withdrew, as it were, to the root of their being | expatriate
https://crowhouse.wordpress.com/2012/05/06/all-things-withdrew-as-it-were-to-the-root-of-their-being
Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej. Where i’m at …. We, on the contrary, love its creaking, its resistance, its clumsiness. A cloud of desperate contortions →. All things withdrew, as it were, to the root of their being. This never-ending story begins here. It takes place here:. Drohobyc, ukraine. look to the upper middle to find Zaluzhany, the village where my grandfather was born. October 29, 2011. Entering the bus lot. far left, bus station building, a work in progress. First leg out of drohobyć.
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the proof of our love for matter as such | expatriate
https://crowhouse.wordpress.com/2012/02/26/the-proof-of-our-love-for-matter-as-such
Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej. Where i’m at …. There are things than cannot ever occur with any precision. An event may be small and insignificant in its origin →. The proof of our love for matter as such. A crumbling house between bus stops. In front of us on the hill was a young woman with small child, pushing a stroller. we bickered for the sake of bickering until the small child realized our presence and told his mom to make room for us to pass. And decided that he would walk us there. The wo...
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where i’m at … | expatriate
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Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej. Where i’m at …. Where i’m at …. Update 8 september, 2010: in wroclaw, looking for jobs and homes. awesome. Update 24 july, 2010: on the road, until further notice. where i’ll be at next term, if all goes well. Artistically stunning map of where i'm at. Tourist map of old town. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. Fire on the road.
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to believe with certainty we must begin with doubting | expatriate
https://crowhouse.wordpress.com/2011/11/20/to-believe-with-certainty-we-must-begin-with-doubting
Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej. Where i’m at …. This is just getting ridiculous. Not a sentimental pretence but an idea →. To believe with certainty we must begin with doubting. From left, great uncle, great grandmother, grandfather. It got worse when i moved to europe in 2009, and even more so when i got the chance to go to ukraine myself in 2010. My grandfather fought in l’viv, against the soviets, in the war directly after WWI. called the polish-soviet war. Grandfather, with head wound. But, wh...
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countless as the sands of the sea | expatriate
https://crowhouse.wordpress.com/2012/02/05/countless-as-the-sands-of-the-sea
Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej. Where i’m at …. Shadows are cast by things and people. Nature admits of no permanence →. Countless as the sands of the sea. October 28, 2011. This is the map of our proposed bus route. you can read about it here. Or start at the beginning. This is the part of the story where i kinda become a jerk. This fact, combined with what may be an impinging deafness, or may simply be an overwhelming desire to be heard, means that my mom talks really really fucking loudly.
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We, on the contrary, love its creaking, its resistance, its clumsiness. | expatriate
https://crowhouse.wordpress.com/2012/04/09/we-on-the-contrary-love-its-creaking-its-resistance-its-clumsiness
Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej. Where i’m at …. Two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again. All things withdrew, as it were, to the root of their being →. We, on the contrary, love its creaking, its resistance, its clumsiness. This story starts her. E it takes place here:. October 29, 2011. The next morning was rough. Morning through our window. Breakfast. note asshole space heater in upper left. asshole. Our coffee saviour. picture actually taken the 31st. That l...
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expatriate | Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej | Page 2
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Wszedzie dobrze, ale w domu najlepiej. Where i’m at …. Newer posts →. It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer? I can’t believe i’m still writing about the first day. here’s the beginning. Of this story. oh, my. This post concerns the second and third legs of this bus journey here:. 28 october, 2011. Sofia and stawek sat next to us, stirring with mild impatience themselves. and we waited. As we get off the bus, i continue to document. And i sighed relief. the ...
