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.
I'm grateful for the innovative and creative approach you bring to your topics.
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