Jacque's Toast

Little water droplets whisper in the night, impossibly sticking together in planned patterns. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. There is a light at the end. There is a light. There is. I raise my hand in power, strength, and solidarity with the dark, wet, silent, night.

I do not like answering questions, for two reasons. In my experience, I have found that people do not generally care for an answer, and I’m never quite satisfied with my answers, so I just hem and haw until the person hears what they want to hear, or picks out what they think makes the most sense. I am not narcissistic enough to think that I am the only one that does this, nor am I presumptuous enough to assume other people feel the same way I do. I guess the point is like Dizzy Gillespie says “I don’t care much about music. What I like is sounds.”     This Photo's Playlist: Comptine d'un autre ete - Yann Tiersen Hole in the Ocean Floor - Andrew Bird Cry for Once - Wicked Man