Me and Everyone I Don’t Know (including but not limited to…)

by heytherewildflower

so everyone in Seattle is obsessed with this lady Miranda July and disappointed by her newest movie (FIIIILM if you will) (i won’t) called “The Future.”

apparently her soundtracks are aquatic and remote and her angles are breathtaking.

So im doing my homework. maybe one day I’ll be cool.

in other news…

We would be walking down the street in the poetrycity. Gauze would be everywhere. The day would be big, halting, gracious, revocable, cheap. We’d be the she-dandies in incredibly voluptuous jackets ribboning back from our waists, totally lined in pure silk, also in pure humming, and we’d be heading into the buildings with knowledge – that is, ephemeral knowledge, like leafage or sleeves or pigment. The streets are salons that receive abundantly our description. The buildings are charming. And our manners are software. We feel sartorial joy. 

—Lisa Robertson, “Lucite (a didactic)”

if you feel something, strap your feet into it

(p.s. at this moment, I am sitting in a cafe/bookstore called INNER CHAPTERS eating a JRR TURKIEN and drinking a NAUGHTY NELLY. reading a newspaper called THE STRANGER. writing a blog post about shoezz. how perfect.)

p.p.s. there is a sign in this bookstore that says the following:

“Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.”
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón (The Angel’s Game)

Basically, this is my same attitude towards books. They are alive. They are living and our reading to them gives new life to them, a reincarnation. I like books with a history. that have been loved. I try to love books as best as I can and pass them onto a new life…carrying a bit of something I’ve given them…

Thats my juvenile romantic idealist perspective at least…