Another day spent and nothing gained.
“Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.”
-100% Perfect Girl, Murakami
Another day spent and nothing gained.
“Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.”
-100% Perfect Girl, Murakami

Bought an old SLR for $5 at a flea market, accidentally exposed the old film inside, and ended up with the colors from my dreeeeeams.
Why is everything never not enough?
Must I be reminded of simplicity everyday?
(Obvious answers are “I don’t know” and “yes.”)
Stripped and bare:
L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
-Le Petit Prince
Joseph: you’re gorgeous when you blush. like a wild flower.
Georgette: [shaking head] it’s my dyspepsia.
-Amelie
Sometimes it’s like this. Where ailments morph into delusions and perception becomes reality. Or, the other way around and around. Today, especially.
Self-diagnosed hypochondriac with a mean, mean cold. Symptoms include brain leakage and interruptuping cow-coughs. Remedies such as water bottle nasal irrigation, snail shaped humidifers, and overdosages of diphenhydramine may assist in easing symptoms however you should ask your doctor for a golden neti pot with a rainbow coming out of it if symptoms persist.
Put together this optimistically long list of resolutions but scrapped them all and decided on the following:
Be honest and sincere. Trust and commit.
That is all. That is everything.
Philly is for fatties, Atlantic City is for losers, bus rides are for lovers, and Mitsuwa is for me. Weekend revelations of past lives and future promises lead to one conclusion: it’s all relative.
Je dois dire, la brise ouvre le monde, n’est pas?
Calmly he explains it all in the only way he knows how, like a science teacher, that it’s like intertia. That the unbearable processes and procedures of life will only stay exactly the same unless something is done about it.
He then looks up, blink, blink, blinks several times and stares directly into her eyes with a child-like innocence. She looks for the trace of a tear that could almost be there and it’s the most painful thing ever felt. Sincerity.
If there could be one thing I would ask from anyone, everyone, and you; it would be for sincerity and nothing more