sat my bag down on my starch white bed, little beknownst to me there was a strawberry in the corner of the bag. left the biggest, (albeit, so beautiful) stain. pure, pure strawberry red, spread out like stars
eerie to the point that it returns back onto itself and becomes light, free. an image of life coming from death as i see it. really beautiful and nuanced.
“Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?”
You got cocaine eyes, you got speed freak jive, can’t you hear me knocking on your window.
beirut is great background music for travelling through the southern french countryside….heading to nantes