Wednesday, 22 July 2009


oficialmente: chau, blogspot.

Saturday, 20 June 2009

Maybe one day you'll understand,
That I want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand.
'Til that day just please don't be so down,
Don't make frowns, you silly clown.
-Regina Spektor's Folding Chair

Saturday, 6 June 2009

i'm wide awake, it's morning.-

el 99% de las veces, la vida es completamente distinta a las telenovelas mexicanas.

a mí me parece perfecto.

Thursday, 28 May 2009

in the morning, through the window shade

Isn't it quite easy to think we've got it all wrong? Maybe the centre of our lives isn't the centre at all, but actually the stuffing of the empty places something else leaves; something better. Maybe the important things aren't important at all. And we spend hours, and days, and months worrying about them.

Maybe it will all go away if we stop for a moment and watch a plastic bag floating in the wind.

I remember, at Michael's house
in the living room, when you kissed my neck
and I almost touched your blouse
-Sufjan Stevens' Casimir Pulasky Day

Do we?

Do we really have anything to say?

Monday, 18 May 2009

Everyday make a fine loaf of bread, and after work just before sunset you hang down to the city park; there you're alone with the burbs in the dark. And I've seen other people do that too, but they're older than your twenty-two; they lost hope and soon they'll be gone, they'll just vanish with the setting sun. But I know, yes I know, they're flying within you again, but I won't let them get you, 'cause you're my only friend. You're my only friend.

When I said I wanted to be your dog, I wasn't coming on to you, I just wanted to lick your face; lick those raindrops from the rainy days. You can take me for a walk in the park, I'll be chasing every single lark, I'll be burying all the skeleton bones, peeing on every cold black stone. But I know, yes I know, they're flying within you again, but I won't let them eat you 'cause you're my only friend. My friend; my only friend. You're my friend...

Thursday, 7 May 2009

So he said, "would it be alright
If we just sat and talked for a little while
If, in exchange for your time
I gave you this smile"

So she said, "that's okay
As long as you can make a promise not to break
My little heart or leave me all alone
In the summer"

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

his favourite band is Creedence Clearwater Revival.-

When you find things you are interested in, two things can happen. You can own them and make them your own, or you can go through them in your head to the point that they take hold of you.

If the first happens, you'll get smarter and will be living a little bit more.
If the second happens, you're just an idiot.

Tuesday, 28 April 2009

she clings to his consciousness.-

When the littlest thing of routine gets altered, and you're bound to a new way of living even only for a couple of days, the absurd normality of your dull rut can feel wonderful and reassuring.

And also, completely renewed.

Wednesday, 22 April 2009

missing Plato's point of view.-

And there's kids playin' guns in the street
And one's pointin' his tree branch at me
And so I put my hands up, I say, "Enough is enough,
If you walk away, I'll walk away."
And he shot me dead
- Conor Oberst's "Landlocked Blues" (Bright Eyes)

Thursday, 9 April 2009

into the wild.-

Enjoying the beauty of the simplest things is one of the biggest joys I've found in this life. The light squirming through the treetops, on the road from the tube station to my house. It's a second of peace, of feeling complete. No matter what else is going on around you, that moment can expand itself and settle you in a state of conscious unawareness, where nothing can touch you, where you are far from everything, but closer than ever to yourself.

when a long stranded cloud sits just above the horizon
leaving a strip of clear blue beneath it
it becomes a panorama
and you turn your head three hundred and sixty degrees
and the same line follows you around
if the land is sufficiently flat;
really nothing can be compared to it.
-Paul Smith's Acrobat (Maxïmo Park)

Friday, 3 April 2009

a certain romance.-

I've found myself having inner ramblings on my friends' defects more than once. It never made me proud, but it's true. Only recently have I realised, taking so much notice in their flaws is part of my twisted way of loving them. The thing is, I don't love them because they're perfect, because they're beautiful, or because they're what I'd expect or want. I just love them.

Friendship is not at all different from romantic love. As a matter of fact, it is amazingly similar. Someone recently told me you can be in love with your friends. I don't think there could be many things more beautiful than that.

Thursday, 2 April 2009

at the bottom of everything.-

Small secluded neighbourhoods tend to be part of a different world. Especially at night, the street becomes quiet and, through the trees, the streetlights reflect on the pavement in a dim yellow glow. We walk out of the house and the dog wanders the block; she barks, but no one is awake to hear the echo of her voice. A cat runs away into a house. I think of what it would be like to live like this. Silence can be reminiscent of solitude, the cold awareness of one's unicity and separation of all other worldly things. The tone of the streetlight's glow feels like company, as a breeze comes and sways the trees. Sometimes it's nice to be completely alone.


Potentially artistic.
In English. Mostly.
Secretly addressing Paul Smith (most likely).
Not meant to please anyone.
Likely to be abandoned.

This is what scattered polaroids will be.
This is what scattered polaroids is.