December 2009
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A possibly fictional Summer scene a wicked long...
Top down though a causeway I never related to the water My eyes drifted upwards
Outside of the city the stars are not shy they come out to dance
I could never name any of the constellations They don’t need names
That was then
These days I don’t look up anymore.
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Google Voice tries to make things better
My dad...
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a fictional fall scene
Lying on the floor listening to the Original master recordings of Beck’s Sea Change on 190 gram vinyl, naturally
rain hitting the ground background noise chilled air warm sweater
I am okay
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2009
last year was about taking things apart toppling statues tearing up photos faces that no longer exist places where echos linger it was about letting go
WatchThe combination of the images and sound give you this strange unsettling feeling. I love it.
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