Little sketchbook page // thought crash
... a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door.And of all the forgotten faces....
Remembering speechlessly we seek
the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, astone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.- Thomas WolfeDid anyone else use to be borderline obsessive about Bad Religion? They were my favourite band when I was about 16, and it's weird reading Look Homeward Angel, by Thomas Wolfe, and noticing where an 80s/90s thesaurus punk band got some of its lyrics from.
I love things that connect to other things.