february

Winter is dragging on and on and on.

To fit the mood or to combat it (one can never be sure, really), I have

listened to Pearl Jam, Sandwell District, Burial and Photek,

watched The Virgin Suicides, Into The Abyss and

Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress,

and a good amount of 30 Rock, 

read Joan Didion's The Last Thing He Wanted and 

Miranda July's utterly incredible No One Belongs Here More Than You.

"I want to go to there",

imagine me and almost any place in this world 

that isn't here (and cold and grey).