Increasingly of late, and particularly when I drink, I find my thoughts drawn into the past rather than impelled into the future. I recall drinking sherry in California and dreaming of my earlier student days in England, where I ate dalmoth and dreamed of Delhi. What is the purpose, I wonder, of all this restlessness? I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.
Vikram Seth
it seems there´s a typo in your tattoo…oh, wait maybe it´s just the hand writing…yup, the n (I sonetimes seen to…) is actually an m…
funny though, i can’t see it’s on your arm or leg…:L,seems to be arm on the first glance…but unsure…