on Flickr.
immediately brought me to that ephemeral scene painted by murakami (in hard boiled….) when the main male character is saddened almost to the point of disgust, to learn about how all the antlered creatures are actually frozen in their death. “bowing” and that the gatekeeper that awaits to dispose of them..
i have a harder and harder time getting into a story, and novels through reading. i have to keep trying. because this one example is so worth it. the beauty of these crafted memories…it’s a book
very first tumblr post.
semi-revisiting, web glancing ..couldn’t even remember my username correctly actually. had to log in to find out.
beautiful photos, posts, inspirations, but there are also a lot of written posts filled with so .much.shit and somewhat self-inflicted drama. did not read, won’t read. just glances. then i went to the very first month and scrolled down to the very first post. i vaguely recalled what it was.
very nice to see i actually wrote two paragraphs of thoughts.
and this is the first time typing on a keyboard like this--thoughts, the sounds, the movement, the tactile comforts. mmm. hmmmmmmm.
ew what a mess.
back to the beginning.
