We had spent most days walking, spending money on nothing but street food, beer, and museums, and we felt obligated to continue moving, not to take a day for rest. We knew everything would be different. After this trip. We'd have to look for jobs, decide where to live together or apart, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to travel so freely again
Bowie Rowan
@bowie · 3:16
His blonde hair was cut short, most likely for the summer, and his blue eyes were large and anxious as he looked away and back at us, his eyes downcast Bowie his head occasionally as he said something in Hungarian interspersed with very sorry, very sorry. I smiled at him because I felt sorry that he was the only employee at the baths who knew enough English to attempt to communicate with us
Bowie Rowan
@bowie · 2:42
I watched Natu's back as he pedaled away from me to call home, and I felt lighter once he left, I stared at a map for a long while, then looked ahead. The park was immense, more beautiful than anything we saw our entire time in that city, except for an abundance of massive old buildings, each with the history I would never know, despite the notes I kept in my Journal about what to look up
Bowie Rowan
@bowie · 2:02
He turned to me slowly. What? He said. The edges of his eyes were naturally downturned, like the sad Brindle cat that hid in our garage when I was a kid. English? I asked him. No, he said said. Really? I said. Yeah, he said. I stared at him and he stared at me. He looked at my open legs on the leather stool, then to my bathing suit and finally to my face. But I didn't recognize any desire in him
Bowie Rowan
@bowie · 3:58
There was a mattress on the floor, covered with a dark blue sheet and a small wooden desk without a chair. I sat on the mattress before crossing one leg over the other and leaning back on my elbows. I washed as he searched a few cupboards around a small utility sink, opening and closing them only to open and close them again, he said, pulling a large bowl from the back of the bottom cupboard
Bowie Rowan
@bowie · 1:13
He handed me a cup of black tea, then pointed to a folded white T shirt and dark pants on the edge of the bed. I tried them on and realized they were old tuxedo pants. From what I assumed was a past life, and the clasps occurring. The top of them were broken. I pulled the shirt over my head. It was soft and old and smelled of caraway and Mint of him. Before I left, I took his hand and led him to the balcony
Bowie Rowan
@bowie · 1:30
I walked through several unfamiliar streets until I found my way to the Church I saw from his apartment. It looked more familiar from the ground, so I knew I couldn't be far from where I met you and I had been staying. When I found the hostel, I reached my arm through a gate and pressed a small yellow button. I thought of turning around, of going back to him, but only for a moment. From inside the window above me I heard a door Slam