From the iPhone journal:
I no longer have an emotional anchor.
A person to mirror me, to justify my existence and individuality.
This is being alone.
It's weird and even shocking to me sometimes, being truly alone.
Not even having family nearby.
But it's not all bad, i guess.
Anchors can drag you down.
Here are some pictures i just picked up from the photo store today, from last week in Vienna.
The whole story, and shitty iPhone pictures from the holy event known as the Eurovision Song Contest, will be posted soon.