Where The Streets Have No Name
People who have been here
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heddha |
![]() cranberrygoddess |
![]() Merrilld |
![]() JP Creighton |
![]() ikissedpeterpan |
![]() Maxwell_Smart |
![]() Teitur |
![]() M. |
![]() Uhlobaronka |
![]() danimatian |
![]() Carol |
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Entries
outrider
Girdwood
What I want to do at this place
Lots of stuff to do! I want to run and I want to hide and maybe I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside. If it doesn’t cost extra, I want to reach out and touch the flame. It would be a nice bonus to feel sunlight on my face and see the dust cloud disappear without a trace. Of course I want to take shelter from the poison rain.
This might be a busy trip.
cranberrygoddess
Canberra
Worth visiting!
much needed chaos
I remember on more than one occasion staying with someone in Indonesia who’s postal address was something along the lines of ‘down the road from Mr. Sudomo’s house’ or ‘past the grocery store then turn right at the town square)’... I’m guessing those streets didn’t have names.
I like these kinds of places because they have resisted our urge to make order out of everything in our surroundings.











