but your memory is here and i'd like it to stay

bryn mawr, pennsylvainia.

"a movie so crass and awkwardly cast

even i could be the star."

- the shins.

the first words to come to me as i sat with my new typewriter

It was a dark evening when the Flendersons finally realised their marriage had died. Snow trickled into tears of water on the budding begonias, fooled into bloom by January's false Spring.

"Walter!" screeched Margot, "I have sat idly as you have torn our family to shreds with reefer and whiskey. Your scotch-laden lips shan't kiss our children again."

She had thought she had finally mustered the strength to put an end to the four years of unfulfilled vows. But as Walter raised his calloused hands again and again to her face until blood streamed as tears from her once vibrant blue eyes, Margot knew there was no solution to a fistful of alcohol.

It was a Thursday afternoon when Sergeant Wallace did his best to stomach the sight at hand at 14 Dunmore Terrace.

The only words Walter Flenderson uttered from his sentencing to his death in his Salem State Penitentiary cell were those of the biblical verse in Timothy, Chapter 1, Verse 7, "For God hath not given us a soul of timidity, but of power and love and self-discipline."

T H E E N D

say, say, say, in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered

san francisco, california.

"and everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk, and dour."

joanna newsom.

you had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare

lake clarke national park, alaska, usa.

"it should not be denied that being footloose has always exhilarated us. it is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations. absolute freedom. and the road has always lead West."

- into the wild.

let me come over i can waste your time

yellowstone national park, wyoming, usa.

"i wish i believed in fate,

i wish i didn't sleep so late"

- the national

the first days of spring; 6 weeks too soon

portland, oregon.

"so please forgive what i have done,

no you can't stay mad at the setting sun,

'cause we all get tired, i mean eventually,

there's nothing left to do but sleep."

-- conor oberst.