yesterday, at an outdoor café, ANA and i were in the throes of an animated exchange wherein sordid details were being relived like wounds re-opened .
seemingly out of nowhere and without warning, a man sitting at the table to our side (and who had gone unnoticed until this point) interjected his arm (and sidekick) into our conversation.
the screen read as follows:
BJ looks like a more homely SEBASTIAN TELLIER.
it’s so lovely when the things i read align magically with the things i watch .
and think and do.
“i’m a girl, but now i’m a boy too and i can do anything and anything and anything.”
“i’m with you, no matter what else you have in your head i’m with you and i love you.”
excerpts from HEMINGWAY’s the garden of eden
abandoned parking lot art.
true romantics are, to some degree, all masochists .
more to come .
2 of the 10 original WARHOLS that hang in the dining room of a friend’s home .
“i can’t seem to get my male and female parts together…”
the only words uttered by LEONARD COHEN at his concert in JERUSALEM in 1972, after which he quickly departed the stage, and did not return.
came across this as i walked down a side street off melrose today.
find a way to work without working + indulge daily in passions.
“love & work are the cornerstones of our humanness.” – FREUD
if work was all passion, + passion is driven by a deep-seated love for an idea (or thing or person). then, in keeping with this theory, all of our humanness is love.
+ for a person who is in love with love, there is no better life.
happy are those whose purpose has found them.
