ok but... what about the glass dandelion? what about the tv screen? what about the undeveloped cameras? maybe we should bury these. what about the last of the good ones? what about the ceiling fans? what if we moved back to new york? what about the moon drop light? what about the rainbow eucalyptus? what about the instruments? what about the cowboy junkies? what about the afghan whigs? what about the mountain valley spring? what about the ornaments? what if i reinvented again? WHAT ABOUT THE MOON DROP LIGHT?
when florence welch said “the loneliness never left me i always took it with me but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company” and “things seem so unstable but for a moment we were able to be still” and “if tomorrow it’s all over at least we had it for a moment”