"Now I have only one thing left to do: nothing. I don't want any belongings, any memories. No friends, no love. Those are all traps." - Trois couleurs: Bleu.
One of the greatest scenes in film (Band of Outsiders):
Activities that sprain my ankle and tear ligaments in my foot.
My grandmother (RIP).
Bands with some relation to Hot Water Music.
The Criterion Collection.
I'd like to start reading The Stories of Breece D'J Pancake (thanks, Eric) and Huxley's The Perennial Philosophy (thanks, Heidi), but first I'll finish Fante's Ask the Dust.