so you know how someone wrote that thing about how when you travel,




















your soul doesnt move as fast as your physical body, and it takes it a few hours/days to catch up,
















how thats what jet lag is all about, feelin wierd and spacey?





















well, i think thats also the thing that makes being in a new place kind of nice.

you get there and its not your life and you look around and you go "yeah, this place is great! why dont i live here?"







































but then you hang around for a few days and your life comes and finds you and you sort of realize that its not the places that give you troubles its your life, and that never changes. you could be in moscow or in beruit



































and if you're the kinda person who hates tomatoes, theres tomatoes the world over.



































that being said, i wouldnt wanna be anywhere else right now.



































(most pictures taken at the Musee Mechanique in San Francisco, California.)