Old Homes

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I’ve been staying in the home where I grew up. It is a quiet part of the city near a canal. Today, I discovered a bookshop barge. I suppose it should be expected that things change on the water. They say you can never go home, but I disagree. Old homes are like old wines more delicious with age, but still perhaps not wise to overindulge in. 

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Taking Off

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Flying to Taipei today. I always get a little jittery before travelling. It’s just the way that I am. I’m not even afraid of planes, or crashes, or anything like that. It’s just the smell of a new city, a differently angled moon, strange cola mixes. I don’t know. Anyway, did this little doodle to calm down.