As I exit the cab outside the Astoria the air smells sweat and candy like this city was dressed in worn out sugar (Margiela SS 2011), and suddenly I remember.

I remember how it used to smell when me, mom, dad and Viktor used to arrive @ hotels late @ nights, with the distant sounds of the city around me. Stars and my parents towering in front of me.

Back when mom was mom and dad was dad. (And not a (sometimes) recovering alcoholic and a corpse.)


  1. sometimes recovering alcoholic..? :(

  2. "dressed in worn out sugar" I wanna see that..

  3. I love your blog.
    Love all the way from Nepal.