happiness # 28

the smell of freshly baked bread

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being able to smell freshly baked bread

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being able to smell freshly baked bread and being able to buy it

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being able to smell freshly baked bread, being able to buy it, and being able to forget that so many other people can't

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nice cd cover # 2

Air - The Virgin Suicides

sad yet beautiful; beautiful yet sad

the lines

"And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die"

song of the day (wednesday or thursday, but actually somewhere in between)

Orbital - Mock Tudor


(definitely listen all the way to the end: the final notes are almost like whispers and despite this being a detail, it does so much for the song, even though it didn't need much more. everytime i remember Mock Tudor, i remember the 'whispers' first. and then i want to play it in its entirety again, just to end up with those final notes. perhaps just like life -- i'll be able to tell you when i die.)

We Are Not

We are not
stuffed men
We are not
pawns
We are not
leaning in
the winds of amnesia

No
we're not
empty-handed,
staring at the
sky

We are not judging
We are not to judge
We are not to be blamed
We think

We
can sigh only
and think of
what we are not

No, we are not
nothing, no
we are not

Do not forget us
for we
are
not --

sometimes it's more interesting to listen to silence

(beautiful, isn't it?)