He once helped me disentangle feelings from stillness. Inextricable unsmitten by everything I was until that moment. Silent! He offered me the nurture I needed, one that arose out of a mixture between bits of nursing and bytes of torment. Ornaments of a second order found in a curiosity old lovers shop. Where should these sober arms rest now that they have caressed so much of this world?
Streams of consciousness at the highest level give shape to an illusion, disguising automatism in free will.
La voix hypnotique d' Emilie Simon comme l'absinthe pour la memoire: Emilie Simon - Desert
Nice song. I like the idea behind the clip, it's amazing.
And by the way, nice blog!