where do all the birds go to die

i wonder. all the urban critters really. it's not too often i glance down a montreal alleyway to see a bloated raccoon belly up between the garbage and recycling. where are they all hiding?

i had a lot of thoughts on death on my 15 hour train ride to croatia a couple of days ago. there's been more death around me then ever before recently...how can i help to not think about it so much? what an absurd response to life. but i've decided not to write about it anymore. maybe another time. 

in other news. i wanted to clarify the rather flippant europe-is-so-europe comment. what i meant was, traveling europe on a budget is so traveling europe on a budget. a hostel in any city could be the same one somewhere else. same people as far as you can see, really. and once you've used up all your friendly european resources and have started to regret your methods of traveling (unplanned and random, limited opportunities to couchsurf) you are stuck with second rate hostels and people trying to get you on pub crawls. all the time. i would move to berlin or budapest but please, no more hostels.