it's strange having to go back. i wrote about the moutains around me, the winter and the move that's coming, looking foward.

now, trying to recreate three years ago. the ocean, the houses of valparaiso, the hills I wandered, the sand dunes, all of these things I fell into, lost in the dream of them, trying to savor every second so intensely. falling into the city streets, nowhere else to go, my mind spinning across the globe with a longing so intense...the adventure, the discovery. the wine soaked nights we climbed onto the church roof and howled at the moon. the only time in my life i've ditched class and smoked joints down by the old trainyard instead. those few photos that captured my joy, my loneliness suffocated by adventure. the rainy weeks stomping through the streets giving way to endless beach days, going up the coast on a micro to horcon ...