the breath of regions where one goes hat in hand

r.i.p. one of the greatest composer of our times.

the universe

everything feels different, my life is going in a completely different direction now than a few months ago... even a few weeks ago. strange how suddenly you are completely removed from the plan you had previously conceived for yourself, and how violently you had stuck by it, how estranged you were from everything that  suggested even the slightest deviation. and yet, right under your nose, it happened. you are at that place. that place you were always trying to go, under the surface. there isn't a perfect little word to capture the emotions i feel, but maybe that is because i feel kind of numb. not because of any lack of feeling on my part, but because of the strangeness of this new world. i reach out and can make contact with nothing, yet. it's still being shaped from a formless blob into a vibrant technicolor world in my mind where i can engage and interact with what has been laid out before me.


you feel me?


le musique, as always


dave brubeck quartet in germany, 1966
9:47 is one of the greatest jazz performances i've ever seen, it's called "forty days" and was composed by brubeck. 19:14 is another beautiful one, it's called "koto song" and has some of the most beautiful jazz piano improv you'll ever hear. he is a big inspiration to me!

johann sebastian bach's prelude no. 6 in d minor from WTC I, performed by sviatoslov richter
1:26 is when the amazingly beautiful, somber fugue begins. i just can't get over how beautiful it is, and richter plays it with such sonority. i started learning it today.

chune - "one man dream machine," big hat, no cattle (1996)
lovely, if you ask me.

mark fry - "song for wild," dreaming with alice (1972)
psych-folk classic

natural snow buildings - "away, my ghosts," the dance of the moon and the sun (2006)
my god.

me singing to you:

other things:

drake, random songs
Scarlatti sonatas
Haydn sonatas
the strokes, angles
burial, untrue
mule driver
federico mompou, charmes et suburbis
jon hopkins, immunity
souls of mischief, '93 til infinity
this video
this nail polish color
everything here


haunted house

i got a new job, and i am excited for the future. that's all i can hope for right now. i am learning things at school and trying to take in as much as i can. i talk to everyone i can no matter if they intimidate or belittle me. i have to be real with everyone to prolong my solidity as a human lest i fade back into a holographic shadow.

i'd like to thank myself for not breaking down and crying every day
i'd like to thank myself for not missing things that aren't worth missing
for realizing what really matters in life
for climbing out of a hole
for realizing that you were digging a hole in the first place
for not being afraid

Space, like time, engenders forgetfulness; but it does so by setting us bodily free from our surroundings and giving us back our primitive, unattached state. Yes, it can even, in the twinkling of an eye, make something like a vagabond of the pedant and Philistine.


holy shit listen to this!!!!!! especially 4:28
so yummy sexy gorgeous and good.


  1. a random, overdue thanks for everything you share. it's so hard to put words to the feelings music gives, but in your writing your love and enthusiasm for it comes through in a great way.

  2. that means a lot to hear. thank you.