"The stars under their feet"

I'm looking forward to living in airports and train stations, and leaving pieces of my heart in strange little places I never expected. I fall in love with ideas and forget whether I still love them in the end. I forget every time I think about it. Everytime. I wonder if it matters at all then.




I'm thinking of burying my copy of Shampoo Planet in China Beach or Cua Dai Beach. Like with Orange County. And adding a note on the first page like, "Dear new owner, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. You can keep it or bury it again in another place. E-mail me and tell me how it goes. Love from x miles away, AM. PS If you love Oasis and britpop and random pop songs and you're name is PM, definitely email me." HAHAHAHA Hmm...