Wow, I profoundly absorbed the Equinox this year. As if the moment it past a new filter was placed over the lens of my soul.
It feels like some kind of heavily distorted reverb type of thing. But I think somebody turned down the volume a bit also. I feel a bit dim.
Nostalgia for all automns past.
melancholia
Its harvest time. Let us prepare for the Winter.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
the fall of Summer
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