Flickering

What am I doing here?

Wind Ripples

How things seem to repeat themselves. Autumn approaches --- or so the winds seem to say.  A time for reflection, the day submerged in the amygdala---a barrage of fragmentary images of people that remind me of jellybeans, ceviche I've eaten under a cerulean sky, Wordsworthian daffodils, etc. Does the wind have little fingers that push the replay buttons in our heads?

Free as a Bird

people(can)make the sun look beautiful

Things that never get old (Part I)

French Fries - to go with a good song

Looking up to see stars---to say (sigh), "oh look at the stars"
Grey foggy days that make you feel like you are in Gotham City

Witching Hours - the BFG might come around...

Cool pillows in summer (Rotate your head polyface farm style for efficient continuous cooling)

Certain songs that warp the spaces around you exactly the same delicious way each time...

Some gifts for students and goodbyes

Quoth Miss Read.
Today, bought two books for two students...Love in the Time of Cholera for a passionate and romantic student from Japan and Demian for a young philosopher.

I peeked into Demian and read the intro and a few words made me think of one who was dear to me.

In remembrance of you, sir C.

'My story is a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams--like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.'

Site Specific

From Wiki and David Sylvian's website:

"The composition is site specific.  In fact Sylvian has said that the work isn't really complete until the sounds of the town of Honmura are incorporated into the listening experience."

This makes me think of a conversation I had a long time ago with a friend who majored in Architecture; he had written his thesis about the architectural space of a club---or at least, how the electronic music wasn't complete without the experience of the space that was created by the individual.

I guess technically, many things are emotion specific?
In any case, I'd like to visit Honmura to hear what this may be in full.

Bravery

You jump over hills, run away from home, go far far away from what you were, (but still are)

and then, the true test:

you come back to what you are.