A death blow

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal. 

Victor Hugo.

Death makes angels of us all

& gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as raven's

claws

Jim Morrison.

Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour. Too many in the world.

James Joyce. "Ulises"

Headache

(Urban outfitters)

Paris is burning all night long.

Listening to Paris is burning, Ladyhawke

ZOOM (bis)

Charlotte: I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you. 


Lost in translation, Sofia Coppola (2003)

cold winter = cold feet.

FALL - ing

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually. 
Jimi Hendrix .