1:25 a.m. - 2007-06-26
we make a pair of parentheses
i have good days and bad days, and both are soundtracked in equal measure by the blow. on good days the sun and i seem an equal match for each other and i ride the joy of the beats. on the bad days i feel tremendously alone and lose myself in the catharsis of the lyrics.
"something in the deli aisle
makes you cry
of course i'd put my arms around you and i'd walk you outside
through the sliding doors,
why would i mind?"
the architecture, of course, is almost 100%, wall-to-wall amazing. there have been a couple of dud days where all we saw were exteriors and/or crap (stephen holl's willy wonka winery might be the worst thing we've actually gone inside) -- - but in general i've been impressed, occasionally moved, and have definitely reached the point where my brain is actively cherry-picking from things we've seen and trying to synthesize them into new and delightful combinations. i have finished about seventeen rolls of film so far. this trip is not even halfway over. i wish the europeans could at least stop being so painfully beautiful.
"you're not a baby if you feel the world
all of the babies they can feel the world
that's why they cry."
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