Flow

Below is an excerpt of one of the most beautiful, picturesque illustrations from Russian writer Anton Chekhov.

"EVENING twilight. Thick flakes of wet snow were circling lazily round the newly lighted street lamps, settling in thin soft layers on rooftops, on the horses' backs, and on people's shoulders and caps. The cabdriver Iona Potapov was white as a ghost, and bent double as much as any human body can be bent double, sitting very still on his box. Even if a whole snowdrift had fallen on him, he would have found no need to shake it off. The little mare, too, was white, and quite motionless. Her immobility, and the fact that she was all sharp angles and stick-like legs, gave her a resemblance to one of those gingerbread horses which can be bought for a kopeck. No doubt the mare was plunged in deep thought. So would you be if you were torn from the plow, snatched away from familiar, gray surroundings, and thrown into a whirlpool of monstrous illuminations, ceaseless uproar, and people scrambling hither and thither."

-opening paragraph from Anton Chekhov's "Heartache," translation by Robert Payne

Precisely

The cornerstone of my loneliness: your love. Molding new foundations one building block at a time.

Worth the While

These travels pose an infinite puzzle to complete;

Each mile that inches by snaps into its designated place.

Yet the puzzle, meant solely to puzzle,

Deems itself impossible in the long run.

But alas! This unsolvable puzzle must remain

Unsolved.

For if the pieces, somehow, someway,

Suddenly fell into place,

What is the worth sans spontaneity

in this lifetime?

Longing to run --

Though the more I run, the less I know,
just as it should be.

Postcard-perfect pictures still deny one the aesthetic beauty as experienced in person.

The Projekt (part deux)

After hearing about DJ Williams Projekt back in the spring and then hearing the song "Remember Me," I was absolutely determined to see them live. Then it became a necessity to see them once more, which was even more enrapturing than the first show. Just as most everyone does at the end of the year, I started to scramble to make plans for New Years Eve. That is until about 30 minutes ago. Unbeknownst to my knowledge, DJ Williams Projekt will actually be in the big ole city of Roanoke on New Years Eve. So, for a small price of $10, I plan to ring in the new year with amazing music, surrounding myself with amazing people, hoping to result in an all-around amazing night. Rock on.

Lovers. Rock.

If you wanna end it (It's a...)

If you wanna end it (war of the...)

Just say (hearts.)

Sade's music makes me weak in the knees. Pure, flawless beauty.

Unknown Legend

I happened to catch the greater end of Rachel Getting Married recently. Even though I haven't been keeping up with my love of film lately, this one scene has made up for all that I've been lacking. So, I finally got a chance to watch it in its entirety. Seeing the movie from the beginning only makes this moment much more beautiful, genuine, and worth the time spent watching this dysfunctional family pull through for love. I may just be a sucker for glimpses into others' dysfunctionality, but this, nonetheless, is pure, raw beauty. Why this movie didn't get more credit is beyond me.

Held by a Thread

As much as this Taylor Swift phenomenon has me cringing with every song of hers released on the radio, I decided to (somewhat randomly) give this song a thorough listen. It's given me a completely different view on Ms. Swift. The song has layers of emotions which are pulled away, verse by verse, accompanied by the melody of the guitar. An added bonus is that she supposedly writes her own music, which gives a genuine sense of true feeling throughout the song(s). Not to cheese it up, but when lyrics tend to coincide with what you're feeling or have been through, the music makes it seem that much more personable. I'll admit - it was the opening bending of notes that reeled me in. Enjoy for what it's worth.