Moloko - The Time Is Now

An oldie but a goodie...reminds me of driving through oc in the middle of the night. Volume up, windows down, with the faint smell of moist lawns from the sprinklers and a distant sea breeze twirling through my spaceship...35 more days!!!

crumbling stones

I stood staring at this building for the longest time.  

Last week, while I was waiting on some friends to see the Steve McCurry exhibition, I took a walk around the area.  I turned into a little alley and was instantly smacked in the face with the smell of sizzling food.  It was lunch time.  

As I was sauntering down the street, I came across this building.  I couldn't stop staring at it.  I kept wishing that the contemporary structure behind it would somehow vanish.  Apparently this little building had burned a while ago.  There were pictures of protests that happened in front of it.  

Something about dingy old buildings really gets to me.  So much history etched into it's rough exterior.  It once was a new building, with a layer of silky paint.  Life existed inside, but now, only exists around and beside it.  It's just waiting, waiting to be erased from history.  Why does that make me sad?  I need to go to bed.

Good night!    

    

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eyes gaze into a daydream.

forgetting feelings of the present reality,

the mind moves through possibilities.

sliding through the wet paint, 

the brush sweeps strokes

evoking new dimensions of color.

bright sounds cast shadows in warm hues,

as water dillutes to the tunes of walking hums,

and the heart rests under a willow tree.

hands collide to the down beets, 

entangled mess of bliss.

fingertips kiss.

namdaemun

little burst

of color

around

each

plastic corner

a friday night in b&w