January 2011
7 posts
I’m alone again
When I’m by myself, I can be myself And my life is coming but I don’t know when
Toute ma vie, est avec toi Moi j’attends, toi tu pars
“‘I’d say that Williamsburg’s sort of like my lover whereas London’s more...”
Thoughts while debating whether to fill in those quizzical boxes inquiring about what music, books, movies and tv shows I like:
The trouble with social media is that it amplifies information and detail about you to the extent of accessibility that it creates an alarming tendency, where the last source people go to when they want information about you is yourself. However, outward dimensions...
