Hamburg, Germany. Omaha, Nebraska. Leeds,UK, Milwaukee,Wisconsin. Ft.Pierce Florida. Albany, New York. Greenville, North Carolina.

I’ve always been fascinated by how despite how distinctly Native American the names of so many places in America sound. The non native people who live in these sorts of places still insist it belongs to them and their grandfathers.

I mean, Misquamicut. That sounds british to you? Silly!

The names of things that don’t seem to fit where they are is such a fascinating subject to me.

There’s a pokemon move called *Doom Desire*

How nutty!

I was watching a rather boring movie last night, that threatened to at any point, suddenly become very good, and break my heart.

It was set in Hamburg, Germany.

The first scene took place in a chicken shop my friend Estelle had taken me to once before.

How surreal!

On the beach alone at night I believe it was called.

“Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more.”

“Can we do that together too?”

“How?”

“Slowly, and quietly this time”

“Who are you?”

“Your oldest friend”