dalila

back to the pollaio

so, i'm back home.



i'm still afraid that the goat-horned woman will rise from the sea and come and suck my soul away, but it's ok. just saying, the Neurosis gig has been fantastic. luckily Palcode was there holding my hand so i didn't cry.
starry skyes are so scary sometimes.

apart from that i came back home. tanned as golden bread, tired and a bit homesick.
tomorrow i shall start working again, i have 2 suitcases full of dirty laundry and no washing machine to clean it, a massive backpain and a scarred face nonetheless.
well, gotta do something now, just letting ya'll know that i'm still alive.

D.