I come here and my mind turns on. My artistic, free, beautiful mind. The former allocation of vocation, of day to day, is free and my anima is alive. It allows me to create, to scoop dormant motivations, joys. I do not come here to forget, I come here to remember.
Live Mahler is a beautiful, overwhelming reminder to the richness of emotion and being alive. Each time I hear, a spring of experience and hope is cast open, it is amazing and uncontrollable. I find great power and comfort that sound can do such a thing
Happiness is being at a restaurant in Sydney, Marvin Gaye playing, the bartenders passing you drinks, smiles, conversation. Foreigner in a foreign land, still at home.
Barca was beautiful and resilient against Psg. This is the type of quality I dreamed about watching their preseason in July. Psg is sharp and Barca will need to arrive again in the second leg. This is literally the I’ve waited years meme.
I like to wander at night. Heart open to the stars, no real destination. The desire to see something new, to see it in a different light. I’ll often take these walks in parts of the city that I know well. Lamp posts cast a softer light than the sun. Something romantic, comforting
I must live a certain way - funny but true. Sunday morning sun. Open windows. Bay breeze. Bit of la liga. Connery-era soundtrack. Makes all the difference. It’s all vibes, man.