EXPLORING.photography.traveling.pickles.adventures.just about anywhere in new york.hugging windmills.memories.not sleeping.snow.
"everything that makes a human being what he is, the inordinately subtle and exquisite combination of memory, desire, impulse, reflective capacity, power of association, even consciousness- to say nothing of sight and hearing, muscular movement and voice and something so taken for granted as the ability to chew- is encased delicaely in the skull, working there within membranes by processes so marvelously interlocked as to be beyond belief. all this- volition, imagination, the ability to have even the simplest emotion, anticipation, understanding- is held poised and balanced in the normal brain, with silent, exquisite efficiency."
interpol. elliott smith. explosions in the sky. louis armstrong. a silver mt.zion. fourcolor. neutral milk hotel.
motorcycle diaries.good will hunting. amelie. a very long engagement. stand by me. dead poets society.waking life.Nightmare before christmas.a clockwork orange.saving face.eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
maybe these are my glory days and lm not even realizing it because they don’t involve a ball.
"i will make me a willow cabin at your gate and call upon my soul within the house i will write loyal cantons of condenmned love and sing them loud even in the dead of night i will halloo your name to the reverbeant hills and make babbling gossip of the air cry out-i will make me a willow cabin at your gate and call upon my soul within the house i rush into the secret house"
scraps.