Cool people- the one’s who just enjoy their inexpensive life- are the best
Strippers, cigarettes, and moments
Awkwardness, serenity, and experience
Bob Dylan and a cigarette before work
A family of four was having lunch at the far end of the courtyard; the two children played under the table in a shielded little world of make-believe, while their parents seemed concerned with much more solemn matters up above.
“You know,” I said to Henry, “every time I see a child playing,…
City of Neon
City of Angels. City of Dreams. City of Lost Memories. City of Neon. That was it—the neon lights: manufactured color pouring down over the city, like acid rain, slowly eroding the souls of the city-dwelling youths, while poisoning their minds with an insatiable craving for manufactured highs. It was the lights. It had always been the lights.
Oh marlene… Oh marlene sigh*
"But still, as I held her and caressed her and kissed her naked flesh, I felt a strange and powerful awareness of the imbalance and awkwardness of the human body"
— Watanabe
"i reach for my phone to make the lonely girl’s call
eyes glaze over a string of words
stay awake, pretend he is someone i want
pretend not to hear the bell toll echoing
a heaviness that sleep cannot mask. where are you tonight
when in my memory in the half light we perch like birds
on a stranger’s window sill. i want a map that
will let me find you again. to be able to say,
come here. refusal is a clump of words
sticky in my throat while
his hands close in on my face,
extinguishing the sun."
eyes glaze over a string of words
stay awake, pretend he is someone i want
pretend not to hear the bell toll echoing
a heaviness that sleep cannot mask. where are you tonight
when in my memory in the half light we perch like birds
on a stranger’s window sill. i want a map that
will let me find you again. to be able to say,
come here. refusal is a clump of words
sticky in my throat while
his hands close in on my face,
extinguishing the sun."
— Herbonestructure
"She knelt on the floor by my pillow, eyes fixed on mine. I stared back at her, but her eyes told me nothing. Strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond, but however long I peered into their depths, there was nothing I could see. Our faces were no more than ten inches apart, but she was light-years away from me."
— Watanabe -Norwegian Wood
