Evening Star Fripp & Eno
I've always viewed my blog as an escape. A place I go to for art (cool pictures), music (anti-pop and stuff rarely played on the radio) and literature (my own fussy scribblings). So take a listen to this if you haven't heard it. And check out more of Fripp and Eno.
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond . . . your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose . . . i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands