"Dreams have arrived, upstream they came…"
Polaroids by Andrei Tarkovsky
"It falls apart at any attempt of touching it."
Interlacing language (at MTA Subway - L Train)
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.
“I wonder if I have spent most of my life as myself
or most of my life as a welcome mat.
I wonder who is wiping their feet on my heartbeat.
I wonder how muddy my own boots are.”
- Andrea Gibson