|Empty hangers, found lines, snapshots...|
The constant stream of traffic outside my window. It is oddly comforting. It pulses, it has become part of my rhythm. But tonight I am wide awake.
Walking by crocuses / running past the first daffodils / the Charles / one river reminds me of another / Rome / Renaissance faces / overlapping edges / the shape of things / that particular blue / ovals / the smell of printing ink / copper / editions / paper / portraits of portraits / cousins / lentils / wanderlust / 222 / plural / airships / silence / letterpress / New York City / Whitney Biennial / elegant bullshit / new jeans / never wearing socks / Downton Abbey / used bookshops in alleyways / vintage Penguin Classics / the luxury of a novel / a new bed / wandering / old friends at the other end of the line / second chances / clementines / monochromatic / proceed with caution / an almost straight line / dreaming fool / finding my own way