Logos + logic involved.
i unpack the strings to start the engine.
Blues leaning over to wag.
The creative thrust of a head turner + briar rose. The iconic ending of all endings.
How shall I defend the wax fortress of my love? An undiscerning gaze took in all that is simple and inconceivable and I understood life had slipped from my grasp. -from the film / the color of pomegranates
i remember the warm fuzzy of tea at an outdoor cafe in autumn, steaming into the air + mingling w/ cloud-like breaths from bodies rushing by.
Reaching for + not noticing the slip back.
The anguish of slowing down to a stop.
Stupefied at love taking a back seat to the overwhelming work at hand.
The innocence of playing records + falling in love in an afternoon — seeing it happen.
i wont say blind, but it’s devastatingly romantic. It’s dark + tormented w/ the furor of passion, the despair of an unattainable idealism.
yes i’m a romanic; kill me now.
Reminded of Yeats + Spiritus Mundi.
The collective memories of the universe of all time.
Tapping into spiritus mundi for the first time ever.
While in kindergarten.
Rest on that.
