did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? how i wish, how i wish you were here. - pink floyd, wish you were here

i do declare you were all i ever wanted. - send packing, by all-time quarterback

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living. - Jonathan Safran Foer

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth
"You Owe Me"

Look what happens
with a love like that,
it lights up the whole sky

~Hafiz

but then i realized
it's not that you are out of focus,
or too far.
it's that my eyes can no longer see you.



Can you tell I like taking pictures of backs?

Sweet pea, keeper of my soul, I know sometimes I'm out of control, but you're the only reason I keep on coming home. - Amos Lee, Sweet Pea

Sorry for the abscence; had a exceptionally busy week/weekend. I should be back now, and I'm getting some film developed right now which I'm hoping will have some good shots on it.

"Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. There are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing." - Miranda July

she exhaled, and with that breath released everything she had ever hoped for. she's hoping to start anew, you see.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves. - Susan Griffin

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare

for fatty

I read bad poetry into your machine, I save your messages just to hear your voice. - R.E.M.

I watched Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii today. It was amazing. The best part was David Gilmour on the harmonica, with a dog howling next to him.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. one scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. a complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth. - Diane Ackerman

"I can't think of anything worse then spending the rest of my life with someone I can't talk to, or worse, can't be silent with." - excerpt from the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society