Arvo pärt, thank you for freaking out, hermiting yourself away, finding your god and interpreting it as absolute musical bliss, perfect still aching beauty, frozen-like. more now ( Read more... )

what a strange bubble universe June in Berlin was. like summer camp but, uh, i couldn't really speak to the ( Read more... )

Summer 1950, Berlin ( Read more... )

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a little bit of a flurried mess between tradewinds here ( Read more... )

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There is a vitality, an energy, a life force, a quickening that is translated through
you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time this expression
is unique and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost;
the world will not have it. --Martha Graham


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meg/and/rea's arrival ushered in summer, and though they just left it'll stay here ( Read more... )

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I have scars on my hands from touching certain people. Once, in the park ( Read more... )