the vintage academic’s desk; old books and papers strewn evereywhere, a teacup growing cold, a candelabra set precariously on top of random objects for light.
“All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with
that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close
friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well
anyway, and they never seemed to understand me very well either. All I
wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my
own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day.”
―Charlotte Eriksson,Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
“You’re always in a rush, or else you’re too exhausted to have a proper conversation. Soon enough, the long hours, the traveling, the broken sleep have all crept into your being and become part of you, so everyone can see it, in your posture, your gaze, the way you move and talk.”
