where to?

17 April, 2015 § Leave a comment

In my city of dreams the roads lead nowhere; that is, they lead off the edge of the world into infinite space. Under my feet the road quickens, like a moving track at the airport. It is the road itself that carries me forward, until there is nothing under my feet but air. Where to now, without tarmac and map? What direction do I take now that all directions can be taken? 

 – The World and Other Places, Jeanette Winterson

管乐的美

8 April, 2015 § Leave a comment

管乐的美是烈度的美。

christmas cahiers

24 December, 2014 § Leave a comment

first time making hand-stitched pocket cahiers.

can’t take my eyes off them.

tenderness

17 November, 2014 § Leave a comment

this is what tenderness means. it is spell-binding.

Till it hurts

21 September, 2014 § 1 Comment

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I have kept away from this for too long. When I have an instrument in my hands, I remember how wonderful it is to be able to truly set the world aside.

For those several heartbeats, it’s enough.

first love

7 September, 2014 § Leave a comment

day | 2

5 August, 2014 § Leave a comment

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