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MOLESKINE: by Skip Hunt

This blog is a reinterpretation of a journal-styled travel journal, or "moleskine" where there's no intinerery or chronological order. Each post will have little bits of photos, travel vignettes/stories, a little poetry, etc. Sort of a book you flip through when you feel like escaping for a few moments. Doesn't matter if you flip to the front, middle, or end. Just flip through and dream of the road.

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Name: Skip Hunt
Location: Austin, Texas, United States

I'll have to give this more thought, but I will say... with me what you see is what you get.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Todos ~ Santos


“It makes me laugh to remember when I was in this little mountain village of Todos Santos, Guatemala... by myself... very little Spanish... and I realized the prices in the local Guatemalan pub were so cheap, I could afford to buy everyone one in the bar 3 or 4 rounds!

These too cats followed me out of the bar and tried to teach me some of their Indian language, but we were all pretty loaded so it was pretty pointless.“


Todos Santos, Guatemala

Friday, October 21, 2005

~ Faith ~


“Maybe it was the lie... Or, maybe the apathy...

After all, it seemed nothing mattered much any more.

It finally came down to a final choice... either slip away dissolving into the muddled grey ether of insanity.

Or... toss ol' snake eyes and place your bet on faith..."

Notre Dame, Paris

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Potted ~ Atman


“Embedded incognito...

he sits. he waits. he wonders.

For that moment she truly knows atoneness and feels the sinuous molecular womb.

For that moment she knows spirit. Is it she? Or all? Does she actually exhist?

Am I here?
Or, am I there?....
Or, have I always just been everywhere?”


San Sebastian, Spain

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

~ You Did Your Best ~


The moment descended unguarded...

She knew the life she'd given love would suffer the same as she...

He faced the hidden fear kept locked away in the attic of childhood...

She left her love to face his fate alone...

And, he wondered why all the love would soon be for not.


Barcelona, Spain



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