i spent so long every morning sitting on the terrace drinking coffee and watching the ocean. facing the south-west i could see tangier and ceuta on the northern coast of africa, and algeciras in south-eastern spain. both landscapes spent their time slightly hidden, ever-present, but desaturated and slightly obscured by a fine haze.
I think the funniest and realist thing I've realized lately is how troubling idealization can be. Every person is just… a person. The very people you want to impress or be apart of are just people. Even if they seem wildly intimidating because of the way they look or because of their reputation, every one is just a person. Human. As embarrassing, as remorseful and they are going through stages of growth just like you are. We only see what we want to see and then drown ourselves further in our own depression and we don’t have to.