Something cool to do a Sunday afternoon in Madrid: have a drink in D’mystic with some good company. Ana, Victor, Luis and me tried it today and it pretty convinced us. I’d show you some photos, but I haven’t replaced my camera yet  |
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16 comments March 3rd, 2003
| I had always heard that your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that second isn’t a second at all. It stretches on forever like an ocean of time.
For me it was lying on my back at boyscout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves from the maple trees that lined our street. Or my grandmother’s hands and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, my heart fills up like a balloon about to burst. And then I remember to relax… and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry. You’ll someday. – from American Beauty |
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1 comment March 2nd, 2003
| It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing. And there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it, right? And this bag was just… dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That’s the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid. Ever.
Video’s a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember… I need to remember… Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it… and my heart is going to cave in. – from American Beauty |
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Add comment March 1st, 2003
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Your boss is a few sandwiches short of a picnic. |
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