“Now we drive, hermetically sealed in sleek,
engines silent as stealth,
traveling through the world like something preserved
in glass jars,
shutting out the sounds and smells of summer –
the drone of cicadas and lawnmowers,
the musk of new-mown grass.”—Timothy Walsh (via millionsmillions)
friends, enough of them, close ones, good ones, wise ones, true ones, old ones. loving family. I write for a living. mastered mozart, beautifully. live in a house with good people. live in peace. have lived in peace all my life. music, music, old and new. art. books. so many writers and artists making my life richer. at home in london, at home in new york. have lived in ireland. live in a lovely town. in a great country. have traveled europe. am healthy, as far as i know. can go to the most beautiful movie theatre whenever i want to. movies. fresh italian bread on thursday nights. belfast tea. berries. my beautiful place. job i love. the shows I have seen and loved, the shows I will see and love. At home in munic. and berlin. the park i grew up in. friends coming over for nights of talk and food and wine. cooking. creativity. sleep. earn my own money, and enough to live a carefree life. the internet. access to any kind of information. time at my hands. spring. and summer. fall. and winter. the south of england. photography. singing. the sea. freedom to do whatever i want. new people. security. home. respect. gratitude.