Music. To be more precise, the songs of Mariza, Joni Mitchell, Tori Amos, Harry Nilsson, The Elected, Heaven 17, and The Band. The melodies of Brahms. The splendor of Art Pepper. The sublime majesty of Johann Bach.
Masterpieces. Such as those by Ozu Yasujiro, Robert Bresson, Val Lewton, Jacques Tourneur, Wang Kar-wai, 成龍, Caravaggio, Caro, Newman, Newman.
Friends. You know who you are and who you are not.
Lotus blossoms.
The scent of my nape.
The thought that some day there may be another dog as fine as Cuchulain.
1 comment:
I love the Band, and I love the scent of your nape. You should bottle it.
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