the textual siege.

the mind wandered to thoughts of greece and the three of us. waking up in a whitewashed villa in santorini that's just one of many staggered ones, devouring the feta cheese crumbled onto the freshest greens drizzled with the most virginal of olive oils. wandering aimlessly through un-lost civilisations and ogling chiselled men whose names are always santos that look like mermen who stepped out of the cerulean Aegean sea. the very same one that we'll wake up to, dive into, frolick in and just want to drown in. so fucking sublime.

saw some $3000 frette bedlinen at taka today. the day i dont have to bitch about the price will be the day i make it. to sleep on sheets twice some people's salary made from high thread count egyptian cotton must be pretty damn sublime too. but for now, their tagline should be,'if you have to fret about our frette sheets, then dont even think about it bitches!'.

and for something a little more accessible for now, i can just smell sunday monday tuesday. i've a sinking feeling already that they'll escape me, like i never even had them at all. just like waking up from a great dream.funnily, it feels the same with some relationships in life.

i wish i didn't have the problem of pulling the plug on talking the people i get close to, beyond a platonic level i mean. what does it mean to stop sharing the minutiae of your life because it's precisely that - minute. it doesn't ever seem to change with each foolhardy fool that chooses to charge their way through my life.