waiting for summer

"waiting for summer" is a small, thematic blog about the things that make me feel nostalgic: dream pop, lomography, and the slow golden hours of late summer

john fowles — the magus. a greek island, a man who thinks he knows what's real. a labyrinth made of other people's stories. he doesn't find the exit. not really. haruki murakami — kafka on the shore. a boy running toward something he can't name. cats, memory, the sea, a library that feels like a dream. the kind of book that stays in your body, not your head. both feel like summers that get away from you before you understand what they were. — reviews coming later this summer.

summer does that to people. turns them into a direction.

take always with you in your heart the silent atmosphere of its chant.

Oh, touching He can't have it I can tease Oh, lie with me Tired of living on my own, baby

Fade love fade As the sun sunlight...

Out in the pale grey moth light sky I see my breath like ghosts to fragile to take flight I held the photo to the light And traced the symmetry as fingerprints divide Divide

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holding space for memories i haven’t made yet

somewhere between dusk and memory

august light on my skin

the air still smells like last summer, and i keep waiting for the light to feel the same