The world is a very different place than it was when i wrote my last post, isn't it?
We all woke up in a new reality the day after the election.
I had tried to stay awake and failed, but i could hear the news anchors talking as i fell in and out of sleep, both from my computer next to the bed, and from the living room where Patrick and Angus were camped out with chips, cheese, and energy drinks.
At one point i woke up. It was about 4 or 5 in the morning.
Patrick came into the bedroom and i looked up and i asked him what was happening, and he simply replied "it doesn't look good" and for a moment i thought i was still sleeping.
In the morning, when the outcome had gone from nightmarish fantasy to actual fact of life, we sat next to each other on the bed, watching the speech, holding each other, still in complete disbelief.
I remember crying a bit and i remember saying "i will never forget this moment".
And i remember saying "i'm so glad we went to the States when we did, because i am never going back" and he said "no, we are never going back".
Now, a few weeks later, i can't tell if i still feel that way, or if taking a stand like that even matters in this post-truth world we are finding ourselves in.
Today i woke up early, feeling less hungover than i should have considering my Saturday night, so i started editing photos on my old Dell laptop, that only ever comes out of retirement for that very purpose.
I then did a 30 minute workout with my flatmate, who also had a late night. Then i went back to bed.
Now i sit here, realizing that my hangover might be the kind that sneaks up on you during the day, leaving you hungry and queasy at the same time, but unable to really do anything about it.
Well, i ate at apple, but what comes next, i don't know.
Everything is closed here on Sundays.
What i do know is that i desperately want to start posting pictures from my trip to California, but i don't think i can handle the word part of blogging that well right now...
So how about this.
I post my favorite pictures from the first roll of film i shot in Amsterdam and San Francisco now, and in the following post, i actually tell you something about my trip.
Would that work?
Here they are.
Amsterdam, San Francisco, Yoda, the view from the sunroof of Kimmie's car while driving down Lombard Street, a beautiful sunset, a mural by Diego Rivera, Doug's cat, the Golden Gate bridge.