i keep having moments of 'what am i doing here and how did i get here?'

i spent one night in the hostel, but now i'm on a friend's couch, eating leftover green curry and strawberries, listening to guitar. so much nicer.

it won't stop raining, but that didn't stop us from creeping across the railway tracks and gazing, hypnotized at the river rushing 277m down into a canyon.

certain things always make me want to jump... waterfalls, tall bridges, and massive attack's 'angel,'

i swayed the other way.

11:27 p.m. - 2003-06-30