I want to...
spoon with Ian Curtis in bed and make him breakfast.
drink whiskey with Tom Waits in an empty bar.
dance with Elliott Smith in an empty parking lot.
nap peacefully with Nick Drake in a sunny field of grass.
swim with Jeff Buckley in a river and sing Led Zeppelin songs together.
have coffee with Leonard Cohen and take walks through deserted parks.
Whenever I am sad I read Beautiful Losers and listen to my favourite men.
I will be listening to this mix tonight. "Descent into Madness?"
"What we call happiness arises from the fairly sudden satisfaction of pent-up needs. By its very nature it can be no more than an episodic phenomenon. Any prolongation of a situation desired by the pleasure principle produces only a feeling of lukewarm comfort; we are so constituted that we can gain intense pleasure only from the contrast, and only very little from the condition itself. Hence, our prospects of happiness are already restricted by our constitution"
"Yes, we shall not fall out of the world. We are in it once and for all."