Monday, January 04, 2016

i love the cover art of old pulp novels and their delicious salacious titles

i love the sound of city noises like traffic horns and sirens

i love that special 3:00 a.m. ambiance of barely registered consciousness

i love barely remembered dreams and how they become fractured images and inchoate emotions

i love the sound of words and the look of text for example reading the caption of a cartoon and forgetting to look at the drawing

i love worn out buildings and gritty alleys

i love grainy prints of movies how the colors are muddy and the sound is washed out

i love old technology such as VHS tapes and audio cassettes

i love long walks when i simplify and become nothing

i love the feeling of anticipation when i take a seat at the theater waiting for the film to begin


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