her face
distorted
with laughter
the glean of light
from the dashboard
halfway between his house
and the city,
all of the roads
start to look
the same.
unutterable
her face
distorted
with laughter
the glean of light
from the dashboard
halfway between his house
and the city,
all of the roads
start to look
the same.
i’m relishing your words at the moment jes, just savouring them and flying around with them as you transport me through power lines and dial tones and everything… beautiful work! xox
well, gald to have been of assistance my dear.
and so happy about the synchronicity…
hi jes
have you seen the film 2046? you know whats weird is
1. i burnt the soundtrack off sunny the other day, and then we work out that i forgot its still in my computer. now its at home in hong kong.
2. this place i’m staying in reminds me of the film, and the thinking of the film made me think about you. so here i am.
more poetry, please. your fan base now stretches to both hemispheres. or did it already?
ah timothy, so lovely to hear from you!
i haven’t seen 2046 yet, but i can’t wait to considering how much i love ‘in the mood for love’.
so of course you’re staying in a wong kar-wai world. i would expect nothing less.