Tuesday, April 22, 2008

happiness # 28

the smell of freshly baked bread


being able to smell freshly baked bread


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


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


Monday, April 14, 2008

nice cd cover # 2

Air - The Virgin Suicides

Thursday, April 10, 2008

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.)

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

We Are Not

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

we're not
staring at the

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

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
not --

Monday, April 07, 2008