student of ecology and anthropology. happier in the field than the lab and happier in the lab than in the office. generally found backpacking, skiing, scrambling, reading, dancing, or talking too much about things that i know less about than you might think. if this fails i'm moving in with the monkeys.
Day dreaming about this summer is the only thing keeping me sane right now.
So I spent the first part of the day worried that I was going to know one or multiple of the victims - same age, school, and neighbourhood - I actually fell asleep last night to the sound of sirens and a helicopter circling overhead. Instead I discovered that it was the murderer that I used to be friends with. He was one of two people outside of residence that I talked to in first year university. And I feel like I should have somehow sensed something. Like if I had paid enough attention, I would have been able to recognize that the guy I was chatting with in calculus was going to brutally murder five people in a few years. Like there was some hidden meaning when we talked about his weekend playing guitar and video games. But of course life doesn’t work like that and people don’t work like that and the friendly, studious guy who reached out to me is gone and there is nothing I could have known or done.
Suspension, Iceland, Amazing World beautiful amazing
Hear The Noise That Moves So Soft And Slow | James Vincent McMorrow
Gave chase and still we sung
Everything that ends has still begun
Illustrations for the Australia based outdoor shop, Every Mountain.
I love these colors