Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Damien Rice
Was awake at 2am listening to Damien Rice while lying in bed. Its strange really, this recurring feeling I always get when I listen to some pieces. feeling that we love as an aesthetic notion, we want to be shrouded in romance and we want our words and gazes to be velvet-soft and viscous.
we love the solitude of the night wind, dry and calm around our shoulders, in love with its own self sufficiency and its silence. It makes no sound because it is confident of its own existence, like two lovers assured of their timelessness; it is not a dead silence but an intense silence which cradles us slowly.
I am awake and thinking of my dream
belle epoque at 1:56 AM