Maybe it's Monday, maybe it's November, maybe it't the shape of things, maybe it's nothing at all. I am struggling to complete tasks this morning and 3 things swirl in my head... that Toulouse-Lautrec painting, the one that always makes me stop,
that Autolux song that brings back many many moments,
and that Anne Sexton poem, the one that ends like this....
Let go. Let go. Oh special person, possible leaves, this typewriter likes you on the way to them, but wants to break crystal glasses in celebration, for you, when the dark crust is thrown off and you float all around like a happened balloon.
Rarely wrong/seldom right. Random ramblings about life, love, cinema, books, bad television, and many, many suggestions for you. (Photos are from unknown sources, unless otherwise stated. If you own one and you want me to credit you or take it down, please email me.)