A thought. It is all kind of amazing, but sometimes and most likely and probably the “I couldn’t help but wonder-ings” and “amazingnessess” of life are all but happening only inside of my dreaming little head. The realities of a gay romantic idealizor boy in the 21st century.
Staring at the dark night out of this apartment window block at 04:49 am of a pre-dusk moment I couldn’t help but remember of the way buildings are built in the poorer parts of Milano in Italy, most specially where me and my sister lived all those years ago.
Maybe to see light I needed to face darkness and in it’s to find silence we must face and listen in to everlasting noise. “A party that never dies”, as the narration of Klaus Mikaelson said on @TheOriginalsCW about New Orleans. Maybe those places have something to tell us.
And that may be just as well the appeal of a wild calling big cities that shine upon us have. New York certainly has that extra sparkle that have fascinated people for decades on end. And for me, just right this morning, that is the magic of Salvador, Bahia.