“Since I have been born I’ve slept more than a 10000 times but I’ve never dreamt of flying.” That’s how a Japanese movie starts that we saw the other night. And I noticed that I never dreamt of flying. When night falls I stand on our balcony and watch the city calm down. Only the …
Rain stopped and sun came out again. Buenos Aires is so beautiful. Even after two years I still enjoy wandering the streets. Before I lived in the south of the city which is more traditional and less rich. I miss this part of it, the typical cafés and old buildings. I am Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ …
Her name is Chelydra Serpentina Serpentina. Her pink tongue wiggles when under water to simulate a worm to attract a fish which then becomes breakfast. Her mouth opened now simply as a defense against me. An intruder in her space. She should know by now I am her friend. I’m a turtle/tortoise man since …
I had a wonderful dream this night. I can barely remember what happened but I was with my grandmother. She died 6 years ago. I could see her perfectly, her voice, she was so close. I somehow managed to visualize her as I am trying every day in daylight but memory vanishes. It might be …
City going to rest. All those dreams are going to sleep behind the windows, every light is someone preparing for this night’s rest. And one by one the windows will turn dark until only the night lovers stay awake, sleepless listening to the sounds of the car wheels rolling down Avenida Cabildo. This is Sarah …
Day 4: I like photographing flowers, especially when they are already fading. You can buy flowers almost everywhere on the streets in Buenos Aires. Another kitsch thing, but well, I am a romantic person. You can’t deny who you are. This is Sarah Pabst @_sarahpabst_ for @burndiary from Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Another sunny day. Today I almost hoped for some rain as I am tired and rain gives you the excuse to relax. But then you see the marks the sun leaves on the wall and you get soaked up with energy. Buenos Aires is a restless city, people are always rushing and so do you. …
Greg Kahn The Sleep of Reason The window on the high-speed train to Naples, Italy, frames an idyllic picture – rolling hills, sun-covered vineyards, and fertile farmland. But beneath the fertile soil of this region lies something insidious, an amalgam of industrial, hospital and nuclear waste that is spiking cancer rates and spreading alarm across …
The window of our neighbors or better said, the neighboring building. We don’t know each other, but I love their window, the curtains that fly in the wind, the light behind it and the anonymous life. I can spend long minutes watching, wondering if they also watch us, somehow it makes me melancholic, the little …
