At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.
Some quick, not exactly continuous notes: I recently moved to new student dormitory. Furniture in my room looks like it could be definitely used by president Gustav Husak while he studied Marxism-Leninism, living here is fine though, surrounded by the quaint area and near the Brevnov monastery, one of the most peaceful places I know. try to get some more profound knowlegde of semiotics but all my attempts have failed till now. I cut my hair Chantal Goya style and it surprisingly suits me. I made friendship with very poetic girl and also reconnected with a few old companions I hand’t chance to meet for a while. Alack and alas, everything would be quite delightful right now If I didn’t miss my boyfriend so dreadfully. I don’t think that it ever wiill be a day when this separation wouldn’t tear me apart.
Oh, there is really some certain sort of charm about my dear city, even thoguh it gets dark earaly now, the street feel exhausted sometimes and my relationship with gets occasionally a bit complicated. Thank you very much fro reminding me, I am happy that you enjoyed your stay. ♥