I was crossing the Atlantic when things started getting really bad, the fever was hallucinogenic and shaking me like a leaf and I grabbed the sleeve of the Air France steward. “I’m not feeling well, I should see a doctor” I said and the reply came as a brilliant mix of death anxiety and french rudeness: “Uh, yes… Terminal D… go there maybe… when we land”. After that the stewards and stewardesses took long detours. A ring of empty seats formed around me. Peoples eyes were kind but determined, they read “Poor you, I really wish you all the best but if you come near me or my kid I will have to stab you with this plastic fork”. I got up and went to the bathroom where I fainted.
Now I’m in quarantine for ten days. I can see the summer through my window and it’s just perfect. Summer is always best through a window.
Jens Lekman has the swine flu.
Clipse ft. Keri Hilson & Pharrell - ‘Eyes On Me’
(via doandordie)
I was fairly enamored with the 356 Speedster reproduction posted on A Continuous Lean last week, in spite of the fact that I don’t drive. Even though it’s a fake, I’m not concerned enough with cars for this to bother me. I imagine it to be the car I’d be driving were it reasonable (and feasible) for me to have a car.
Yesterday while in Cobble Hill, I saw this reproduction of a 356 Carrera, and it was just as nice.

