bluechameleon

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I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
permalink warped minds (via bluechameleon)

warped minds (via bluechameleon)

permalink fallen leaves/shades of blue (from my posterous)

fallen leaves/shades of blue (from my posterous)

permalink afternoon commute (from my posterous)

afternoon commute (from my posterous)

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This is the story of America. Everybody’s doing what they think they’re supposed to do.
permalink the world opened up and smiled on me today (from my posterous)

the world opened up and smiled on me today (from my posterous)

permalink orange & yellow  (from my posterous)

orange & yellow  (from my posterous)