Plano rock, corona LP.

(lofishing on tumblr)

Yesterday.

"...Kneel to your bones
and cuddle your cough. Your castle's down."

--The Age of Anxiety

The mountain of death.

--for this.

Pulled out my Virginia Woolf omnibus (though I've read, like, 6 of the 8 books in it, already) & read Jacob's Room; i'd forgotten how pleasant it is to follow her meanderings & every so often come to a patch of exquisite prose poetry, like a Japanese garden that leads you on its path to a particular view.

Bye bye Dagon.

(@CrookedCosmos)