I fell into the arms of Venus de Milo

Three songs I’m listening to today, tomorrow and nearly always – A kiss to build a dream on – Louis Armstrong Dreaming – Blondie Etude for piano no. 21, Op 5,9 – Frédéric Chopin (On Spotify for example)

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October IV

Reading quotes by monsieur. Nabokov: ‘and the rest is rust and stardust.‘ (Photographs from Estonia and Finland) My grandmother’s childhood cat running out of the frame makes me laugh a little. Monday – I’ve waves in my hair and I think that I have fallen in love. How strange.

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Etude no. 21, Op. 25,9

Across the sea, eating figs while wearing the softest fifties dress. (All these items I have kept to myself, as it no longer feels immediately of importance to share new purchases or even new thoughts). Everything is portrayal, and aesthetics can perhaps come through with syllables and letters. My mind is full of obstacles, and [...]

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October III

I have dreamt about you, and forgotten everything.

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October II

From an afternoon spent along the channel. As distant as days – My imagination pulls me into the night always. I want to be everywhere.

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October

First of October – I. Dots and stripes for breakfast. II. A glimpse of roses from my first roll of film ever. III. Reading this poem by Brautigan a lot and smiling at it. IV. My lapel before I stuck a golden deer brooch from Paris onto it.

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