08.04.2013 - 08.04.2013
Someone's strumming a guitar and singing right now. I don't much care what they're playing; it always sounds good to me. Carries me away.
Icy feet, icy fingers. Despite being in a country called Iceland, I'm still surprised by how cold it is, especially when the wind picks up and slices through all your clothes, even the "windproof" ones. Still, we have to admit we simply didn't bring enough to keep us warm. I anticipate a month of shivering to beautiful backdrops.
What's a friend? By the way. A question I've been wondering and wondering around these days. Is it just someone whose company you enjoy? Happy to let them be a protagonist in the story you're reading? Is it just someone who's cared something about you once? Is it someone you told part of your life to, or someone who knows what you like and dislike, someone who sometimes thinks about you? What the hell is a friend?
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