Sunday, July 31, 2011


home, but not really here
missing things that never were
figments of one's imagination
delusions of one's musings
it's funny how months can seem like moments
and a couple of weeks can seem like a lifetime
I want so many lifetimes
I want so much musing
I want.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Tuesday, July 19, 2011





In the morning, when the sun breaks from the horizon and paints the sky with purples and pinks, briefly, Scotland is magic. The old gods whisper their true names, memories awaken, like tiny fires, always burning, like a stillness that never sleeps, like secrets kept. Somewhere, or maybe nowhere at all, a nymph giggles at earthly eyes that see only the greys of human existence, as hers reflect the sky.

I’m afraid that things will never seem this beautiful again.

little glances across a crowded room
little secrets, and enigmatic hints
little kisses, caresses, sensations
little smiles, little scents
little hesitation,
or indecisive pause
little contemplation
little consequence, little cause
little clothing, or conversation
lots of lips, lots of skin
little resignation
Please, belittle me again.

Saturday, July 9, 2011












missing brisbane










van gogh is still my favorite, but paris isn't the same as i remember. I guess all things must change.





sometimes, it's nice to have a vacation from your vacation.
Another video from tour, this one is super random though:

Some Extra Bits from Mitch Wells on Vimeo.

Friday, July 8, 2011

PANDA BEAR "Surfer's Hymn" from m ss ng p eces on Vimeo.


My friends made this video when they came to visit me in Paris. We rode bikes around the city and I showed them the sites. the end is funny.