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Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes


I’m so aware of where I am, but I don’t know where that is


Tomorrow I was nothing, yesterday I’ll be
Time has fooled me into thinking it’s a part of me
Nothing in this room but empty space
No me, no world, no mind, no face

I’m so aware of where I am, but I don’t know where that is
And there’s something right in front of me and I
Touch the fingers of my hand
And I wonder if it’s me

Can you turn me off for just a second, please
Turn me into something faceless,
Weightless, mindless, homeless

Vacuum state of peace.


Let it be.

And when she died, one of the difficulties I had, as the years went by, was that I couldn’t recall her face so easily. That’s how it is for everyone, I think. As each day goes by, you just can’t bring their face into your mind, you have to use photographs and reminders like that. So in this dream twelve years later, my mother appeared, and there was her face, completely clear, particularly her eyes, and she said to me very gently, very reassuringly: “LET IT BE.”

Paul McCartney, about “Let it Be”


Ain’t no sunshine

one of my most loved songs by one of my most loved artists. joy!

I could even go as far as calling it art. <3