a soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. (guillaume laurant, amélie)
saturday 10/09/10 roadtrips & stinkbugs & the hard rock cafe “excuse me, do you have any lemonade?“ sunday 10/10/10 football & scottish bartenders & a walk in the park “what’s the capital of montana? by the way, i drive a vintage jaguar.” monday 10/11/10 lenox square & red-soled shoes & ruth’s chris “if you ever [...]
all that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it — an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a point of view. (peter conrad)
you have to pick the places you don’t walk away from. (joan didion)
we have to go. i am almost happy here. (ender wiggin)
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