A Line Of Love, Around My Neck

Love, the necklace
Hands, chest and shoulders
Love, the idea
A line around my neck, Love
The love, necklace

Love, the idea of it in all forms. From the start of time to the very end, it remains such a constant, this bond we create with others and enforce throughout all our lives with words, actions, thoughts and creations.

Both so flimsy and unbreakable in the same breath. To me, the love for a friend is as strong as passionate romantic love, and to other the love for family is strongest of all. Millions of ways and counting to express this inexpressible occurrence of emotions.

I’m a writer, in the sense that I express myself best through words and prose infused ramblings. And though I have read my favorites, Neruda and Yeats,and dunked myself in the lovely throes of their expressions of love found, I’ve always thought that- to me at least- the idea of love was best expressed in music. The kind of music that transcends and breaks through language barriers and tugs at the hearts of everyone regardless of origin. Prose is lovely and fantastic, and the most skilled wordsmiths can break my heart apart with just one good sentence, but music puts me back together and to me at least, it cannot be surpassed in the stirring of emotions.

Songs that infuse in me the idea of love, to the very tips of my fingers:

Fyfsta– Olafur Arnalds

The Heart Asks Pleasure First– Michael Nyman

Beethoven’s 5 Secrets– The Piano Guys

We Had Today– Rachel Portman

Charms– Abel Korzeniowski

The Ash In Our Clothes– Sleeping At Last

Your Hands Are Cold– Dario Marianelli, Jean-Yves Thibaudet

Messier 45– Stellardrone

The Light– The Album Leaf

Adagio For Strings-The City Of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

Cloud Atlas Finale– Tom Tykwer

Your Hand In Mine-Explosions In The Sky


Your Architecture Seduced me For Life- Boston, MA

Boston was the first city I fell in love with, the place that instilled in me a love for architecture that I couldn’t say had really been there before.20140212-153725.jpg 20140212-153740.jpg 20140212-153759.jpg

I visited it for half a day, just a blip of a trip, but something about the chill in the air, the communal atmosphere in the food markets(so unlike the usual detachment I had experienced in NYC), sitting next to utterly polite strangers from start to end of the trip, not to mention the almost overwhelming beauty of Boston streets….it hooked itself into my heart and hasn’t let go since.

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The shifting lights throughout the day, filtered through the buildings, old and new architecture stretching my eyes to the heavens, the calm of the harbor keeping things at a steady pace. Everything about it was almost magical for the person I was at the time, barely much of a traveler and so new at enjoying an unknown city.

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