may 26

the ride thru the alps and into italy has been perhaps one of the most awe striking moments so far on this train ride...5 hours filled of snow tipped mountains, serene lakes, abandoned castles and nearly empty train stations...i don't think i have ever been on a train for this long nor seen water so still...even the birds floating across its surfaces do not have a hint of riples or disruption. the more we travel into italy, the more tattered and torn the buildings become...i feel as if were being transported into a movie script...it's only been 2 days and already i feel much older than most on this trip. i do not mind secluding myself to some extent - i am confident in my own being and realize much how i really truly have been desiring and wanting and personally need this eye opening/heart mending experience ---->how appropriate as i write these last few words bloc party's "banquet"comes on the ipod ["turning away from the light, turning into myself"] <---- sometimes it is amazing how the soundtrack fits so perfectly well with our thoughts of the moment...

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the trees are skinny and lean, the sky beginning to turn grey with dusk. peering at these houses, no more like homes, that pass by makes me want to live in a house that breathes/deteriorates over time...to see the paint peeling from the plaster, the marks of the water running down the side, one can just tell, or at least the imagination can allude to each of these places a story, multiple stories in fact...i realize as i write this that my thoughts are scattered, distracted by conversation and views out my window...

lol ...i hear out of the corner of my ear "i've got about 3 shots of rum left...last call for alcohol!" too funny...ok, maybe i had better exit my sketchbook and partake in this last call...