Listening to Harold Budd in my room is otherworldly and special. I never left this room. I will never leave this room.
It is the hour of the day in which it is so bright out that I ask myself ‘what do people do these days?’ and two hours later, ask the same question with genuine and renewed interest.
I feel a bit thirsty, is it already time for drinking and asking how other people’s days went? I have nothing to report, except for this–
this video that I shared on Facebook. At first I did not understand but after repeated viewings I started convulsing from body spasms and laughter. I put it on private so I could entertain myself on Facebook for a very long time, but shortly after deleted it because I felt bad for ‘Living my god damn life THRIVING THROUGH REAL EMOTION.’
At the same time I thought of a list of FB friends I could share this with who would immediately find it funny without my having to explain it too much, but after a few minutes I gave up.
One more, last one.
Also can you just listen to this song called “Love Trap” by Soko? I really want to tell ‘Ariel stop it.’ ‘I want to be a mermaid. I want to be a mermaid.’
Poster design for ‘Loves Park‘ by Anthony Wallace. I want to cry when I make a new friend in art. ❤