Paper-stranger #11
This blog post is in reference to #11.
The photograph was taken – if I remember correctly – in a quaint place called Grantchester, Cambridge just last summer. We sat in hammocks with sponge cake, tea and elderberry juice and we never said very much. It was probably better that way.
The goldfish are stock photos from Stockxpert. I don’t think it means anything other than my desire to see fish float in the air.
As for the text … well, thinking back on those days where I lived for a majority of my childhood life in a wild, forest-ridden and secluded university campus – I think I miss it (it’s all very neatly compartmentalized now, though). Over here at University, tulips and other outrageously large, flamboyant flowers surreptitiously appear overnight (along with a strong stench of manure). I’ve always found that a bit strange.
Anyway. I promised a dear friend years ago that one day we’ll ride off on dusty bicycles and see how far we go. And well, I haven’t forgotten that.