Ghosts
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/2.5, 1/90 sec, ISO1600)
A cab combs the snake,
Tryin’ to rake in that last night’s fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers…
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Tom Waits: The Ghosts of Saturday Night.
The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are out there.
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/4, 1/450 sec, ISO400)
“I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.”
Dylan Thomas
Eternal Summer
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/8, 1/400 sec, ISO400)
They made up their minds and they started packing
They left before the sun came up that day
An exit to eternal summer slacking
But where were they going without ever knowing the way?
They drank up the wine and they got to talking
They now had more important things to say
And when the car broke down they started walking
Where were they going without ever knowing the way?
Fastball: The Way.
Drinking, not in L.A.
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/8, 1/160 sec, ISO400)
But we did nothing, absolutely buttkiss that day
And I say, what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
(With my mind on my money and my money on my BEER!)
I know that life is for the taking
So I better wise up and take it quick (one more time at Trader Vic’s)
Bran Van 3000: Drinking in L.A.
Walk of shame
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/8, 1/640 sec, ISO400)
One step, two steps,
Counting tiles on the floor
Three steps, four steps,
Guess this means that I’m a whore
Uh-oh,
Hell no,
How long ’til I reach the door?
Fuck me,
My feet are sore
Pink: Walk of Shame.
Who’s that girl?
“I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you;
I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart.
Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul:
—and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you,
and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you
in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake”
Dylan Thomas.
