Sometimes, it’s the simple things.
May 26, 2009 at 3:37 amIt’s dark. The sky, illuminated by the lights of London, glows orange, highlighted only by the eerie lightness of clouds.
In the distance, the growl of industrial machinery dully cycling can be heard, but, to her, the only thing she feels is that of being enveloped by Sigur Rós, while the smoke of a cherry flavored cigarillo passes through her lips… and for the first time in months, she can say she’s truly happy.
July 17th, 2009 at 9:16 am
Your writing is really evocative - whatever your mood. I’ve gone back and read the whole blog just for fun. I’d like to talk to you if you’re up for it - drop me a mail.
May 13th, 2010 at 5:15 pm
Hey Mate,
Found your web-site.
Thought this was poetic - reminded me of a cool detail from a wedding I went to the other day. Instead of playing ‘here comes the bride’ on the organ as the bride entered the church, the organist played ‘Ágætis byrjun’ by Sigur Ros (I think that’s the track name anyway!)