If I had my way I'd cross the desert to the sea. Learn to speak in tongues, something that makes sense to you and to me

I should not be on this at all, but it's time for a bit of code work, a bit of mind sedimentation (a la the 4 humors)

Notes to self-
Humorism/humoralism.
Escogology (supposedly it doesn't exist)

Charlotte Gainsbourg.
Los Campesinos!
Surfer Blood.
Spoon.
Yeasayer.
Wildbirds & Peacedrums.
Frightened Rabbit.
Midlake.
Sleigh Bells.

Call and Response.
(silly longing for it
the knots in my stomach attest to it
... please don't let me down with it).
33 hours, and the dark grooves of espresso on my palms after.
(I'm too kind for it).
Breathebreathebreathe.
(born doing it)
And let go.

[Me and Jane Doe- Charlotte Gainsbourg]