or when instagram takes over the world. I watched that documentary, that more than two million other people watched today, on Joseph Kony, a young boy, an American film maker (fantastic film maker for that matter), injustice and the power of mass media today, I think the original plan was to shoot a film but instead of box office he went to the world/experienced extreme brain change aiming for world change, not money and It seems to be working? I started writing this blog post earlier, when my brain was working on all kinds of levels but Its been a few hours and bowls of fruit loops since than and, as hard as I've tried, I cant get this rant going again.
I've been having crazy Synchronicites (Carl Jung) after finishing a really intriguing book and especially after the parts relating to Synchronicities have been digested by my mind. As Tom put it 'they're fun' and I'd have to agree, the general is becoming, even more so, the glory.
Once again I've failed to rant, this time without break. Maybe I need more fruit loops, probably more sleep but I'll sleep after I have more fruitloops.
I just had some more fruitloops and I've decided that I have reached the point of excessive fruitloop consumption. The top of my mouth is raw from the crispy texture and the flavour is leaning more towards oatmeal than a deliciously sugared treat. My diet is easily the worst it's ever been but desperate times call for desperate measures although there is one key point attributable to this dire situation, excluding the general lack of cash. That is the general lack of dubspress. Without my daily 1.5 litre intake of this heavily sugared and mildly caffeinated milk beverage I find myself in a permanent state of insatiable hunger and an irrepressible desire for an unattainable substance. I assume much along the lines of a recovering/broke crack addict as this situation has progressed beyond the mental addiction that it once posed as and is now in the realms of the physical. I'm going to need to find a new snack to have for breakfast lunch and everything in between but thankfully, in this regard, my days in South America are numbered.. Thankfully my dinner has been roadside hamburgers or plain pasta.
living the dream.
outside Arequipa, you can see the Andes off yonder, look deep.
somewhere on the way to Chile, still in Peru
front-seat bus bandits
on the coast, first time at sea level in 6 weeks, or below 2000 meters for that matter
Arica beach...
Salta! my last stop, apart from the night over before flying out of BA, i'd love to spend more time in BA but its a place that demands luxury and expenditure
I miss the team, Team Chose your Team.
some 35mm i got done in Sucre, saving all the film stuff for later(well obviously not all but as much as i can)
one more thing to busy myself with back at home, free fun! Apart from the fuel and dubspress...
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