i'm currently reading modern nature by derek jarman, and the way jarman describes color is one of the most beautiful things to read. it's like i can completely experience the colors through all of my senses.
"a hallucinatory dusk, washed with colors to drive monet to suicide."
how do you even think of a sentence like this? i can't wait to read more.
It’s five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life. As W.C. Fields would say, “I’d rather be here than Philadelphia.”
cannot stop thinking about the quote from poison (1991) that goes as so:
"i built an imaginary life of which he was the center, and i always gave that life, which was begun over and over and transformed a dozen times, a violent end."