Friday, January 28, 2011

Reykjavík

You construct a person in your head. How often is this person the same.




and the medley plays on and on even as everything else is switched off i don't feel it i don't feel it anymore the city drowned itself the essential belle and sebastian see usually when things have gone this far people tend to disappear i can tell something is going on i always tend to disappear disappear disappe

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

flume







January like all things new
Different feathers through a rosy hue
In the morning you'll be selfish you'll be bitter
You won't believe that only friends don't wither.