Beautiful Moments
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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Bittersweetness on your side of the pond.
I come over from Canada and trekked around Europe last summer. My companions were an old friend and a girl I unrequitedly believed I was in love with.
The trip was a long succession of beautiful moments (and some not so beautiful). One was at St. Christopher's hostel, out on the balcony at about 6 am and London was absolutely dead, and a pigeon landed on the rail and we stared at each other for a few moments. Dunno why, cause I hate pigeons, but I felt transcendent.
Standing in the cathedral in Seville, looking up at those arches, and realizing that even if religion is sheer bollocks, and even if a lot of really terrible things are done in its name, some really beautiful things are also done in its name.
But the best moment was towards the end of the trip, when I came to realize that my companion was basically a completely self-absorbed cunt and knowing (as opposed to trying to convince myself) that I really was better off without her. I felt utterly liberated.
As another fellow put it, if you can't handle more than a couple of sentences, umm, how do you brits put it... sod off.
( , Tue 15 Mar 2005, 23:15, Reply)
I come over from Canada and trekked around Europe last summer. My companions were an old friend and a girl I unrequitedly believed I was in love with.
The trip was a long succession of beautiful moments (and some not so beautiful). One was at St. Christopher's hostel, out on the balcony at about 6 am and London was absolutely dead, and a pigeon landed on the rail and we stared at each other for a few moments. Dunno why, cause I hate pigeons, but I felt transcendent.
Standing in the cathedral in Seville, looking up at those arches, and realizing that even if religion is sheer bollocks, and even if a lot of really terrible things are done in its name, some really beautiful things are also done in its name.
But the best moment was towards the end of the trip, when I came to realize that my companion was basically a completely self-absorbed cunt and knowing (as opposed to trying to convince myself) that I really was better off without her. I felt utterly liberated.
As another fellow put it, if you can't handle more than a couple of sentences, umm, how do you brits put it... sod off.
( , Tue 15 Mar 2005, 23:15, Reply)
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