Tuesday, May 15, 2012

{part 25}

Let's Get Out of This Country by Camera Obscura on Grooveshark
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 our time was coming to a close too fast. our britrail passes expired, and we began to do those things that you do at the end of vacation: make lists of the places that you still need to need to need to see, take so many pictures of the people you'll be leaving behind, and spend less time sleeping so that you don't miss anything.

Photobucket Photobucket day 13 was our second-last one in scotland. we'd filled days 11 and 12 with family and food, mostly, and decided to take this last morning together on the royal mile in edinburgh. we took the bus with our cousin beth, dropped her off at her job, and continued on on our own. we found a wall that made us look very fat, and that ended up luring us into a very fascinating house, where we were split into thousands, shrunk and enlarged, and had our heads chopped off. 
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it was a beautiful old house. with staircases that wound up and up and up, with strange pictures all over the walls, and occasionally a window so that you could see how far up you were and be assured that you were still in real life. Photobucket
we noticed a room with an eerie blue glow and when we entered, neither of us knew which we was us anymore. there were hundreds of us, and we were all us, and yet we were all not. i kept touching the skin on the back of my hand to make sure that i was still in the right body. i reached for barclay's hand to make sure he was still in his, but his hand was glass and it shocked me so much that i yelped right out loud. his voice was everywhere, but every body that i thought was his was made of glass. Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket after we wound our way through the glass maze, we came to a bridge through a dark tunnel. and when we walked inside, the bridge flipped right upside down! Photobucket Photobucket every room in the old house was like that. light tunnels and funhouse mirrors and human kaleidoscopes  to the max. when i grow up, i want to own that place and live in it with my fifty cats and crazy husband. we'll turn out all the lights and chase people around in there for fun, while they wet their pants in terror. doesn't that sound lovely? Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket and at the top of it all, a camera obscura and a perch from which you can see all of edinburgh and sing, "i'm the king of the castle, and you're the dirty rascal..."Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket