paris,france. my ideas can't get through the narrow streets. louis vuitton has a bit more on the island than louis the 14th,but you wouldn't be able to tell. "the songs we sing are going to send us all to hell". where do you begin and end ever. threw a book out the window today,words and all. literally. it felt ignorant but like just the right thing. it's really all of a matter of who you become in the middle of the night. sometimes i'm always going,but mostly i'm always coming back. that kind of thing. in the family tree of paperback books,you know,with that spinelessness thing that's going on....on the eve of possibilty the best thing i've ever dreamt of,but im lying on the cold tile floor.

"the thing i'd like most in the world, " i say to her,since at this point i might as well go on talking to her, "is to make clocks run backward." italo calvino - if on a winters night a traveller.