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.

a few sketches from Paris -

its funny how the smallest of things can brighten your day.

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.

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.

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.