

i need to get better with my text. should it be funny? salient? i guess this is none of those. but. i do think about what freud would say when i’m sitting there. it’s sort of strange. …
I’ve never really drawn before. #Inktober got me thinking about it. So. I started playing.
just setting up my micro blog.
“Once everyone starts looking at one another as a brother, a sister, a human being… beauty will spread like wildfire.”
In the video Ben Gibbard walks through the streets and clothes and styles keep changing. The streets are sparsely populated in what I suppose is the 50’s, and ends up in a sea of people all staring at their phones, trying to walk against the crowd until he’s eventually subsumed.
“They’re digging for gold in my neighborhood/ For what they say is the greater good/ But all I see is a long goodbye/ A requiem for a skyline/ It seems I never stop losing you/ As every dive becomes something new/ And all our ghosts get swept away/ It didn’t used to be this way”
“I remember a winter’s night/ When we kissed beneath the street lamp light/ Outside our bar near the record store/ That have been condos for a year or more/ And now that our haunts have taken flight/ And been replaced with construction sites/ Oh, how I feel like a stranger here/ Searching for something that’s disappeared
Very super into this Sam Cooke remix of Having A Party.
there’s no one more cool than Nick Cave.
This song is over 13 years old but just came back into my consciousness. It still kills me every which way.
“The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton …