Sunday, February 20, 2011
You can come back in twenty years to pick up exactly where you left off.
Posted by Studio Procter at 8:36 PM
Saturday, February 19, 2011
This place reminds me of back home in the village, all broken and angry and forgotten, don't like to think about the village. An entire generation never given a chance.
I learnt yesterday that my father is dieing.
It's starting to rain, I'm being pulled in the bad direction.
I am a long way from home.
Posted by Studio Procter at 9:42 AM
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Feels good to be so far from paris.
Posted by Studio Procter at 6:52 PM
Friday, February 11, 2011
We watch the parade, at the end my daughter starts to follow in a state of religous rapture.
We march slowly behind the last float, Aladin and the princess are miming out a disney song over and over again. Eventually all the characters pass through a huge but discreet gate. My daughter is crying i have to hold her back from making a dash through into the secret disneyland beyond.
Posted by Studio Procter at 10:32 PM