Thinking in terms of:
dust settling atop that which is not its endpoint–
confetti collections on trees, and also other likely places,
and unlikely places, then
let them all drop
/ suddenly / finally / in some ways / lighter
stripped of the things that may have weighed, I believe
[my life is going to change]
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
(Khalil Gibran)
The Autumn Playlist
Found here
New York – St. Vincent
September Song – Agnes Obel
Wes Anderson – Alex Lahey
Somebody To Love – Jefferson Airplaine
Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye – Bettye Swann
I Get Overwhelmed – Dark Rooms
All My Stars Aligned – St. Vincent
Empire Line – The National
Moon River – Audrey Hepburn
Two Weeks – Grizzly Bear
Her Eyes The Stars – LUCHS
I Belong In Your Arms – Chairlift
The End of the World – Sharon Van Etten
