My name, my city, Peter Pan and David Bowie

I know my city deeply, I know its stink. I know the parts where the air is thick, quiet and still sorry. Like the exhausted market where a child was stolen and tortured near by, by other children until dead. The flower park that I used to walk through every school day, where a boy… Continue reading My name, my city, Peter Pan and David Bowie


I broke my foot and then became homeless

I don't even know her name... The girl who is the reason I broke my foot. She was German, and very sharp thats all I remember. I was WOOFING, which is willing work on organic farms for those who this is new to, and is very popular in New Zealand. I was working at a hostel, cleaning… Continue reading I broke my foot and then became homeless