I've just reacquainted myself with MySpace. The majority of the content here is old and too classic to change, though, i assume, much of it is still relevant to current day Me.
I spend far too much time contemplating the way my guitar sounds.
I still tend to get really hung up on the details.
I have these beautiful images in my head. Dimly lit, rusted over, crumbling, inviting, real. Or empty of leaves and silhouetted against a deep glowing gradient of cosmic unattainability.
I'm working on writing them in a notebook and capturing them on tape.
