Anglo Gothic - Blog Posts
I drink Guinness, smoke cigarettes, try to pass the trash on the sidewalks and look the right way when crossing the streets.
I feel like I am taste testing my future (I hope) and I feel alive.
I really don’t know what about England It is that make me feel so euphoric. The architecture, the language, the literature or the history?
The voices are telling me to go back to the land of sheep, cobblestone houses, beautiful gothic buildings and ginger beer. I do not understand why I am so fixed on England, I just am. I am currently thinking about running there, where-ever in that beautiful country, and leaving the future I have in my state. Maybe for a year but hopefully forever. I can’t think of anything I would like better than being there.
Speed sheep, come back please
