The Perceptions of Wrongsky

"But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection." -Swann's Way by Marcel Proust

12 October 2007

The First Hoodie Of The Fall

last night was the first night it felt like fall to me. and before tim and i went out for dinner, i went sifting through my closet looking for it. looking for the first hoodie of the fall.

yeah, i know. it is completely a cliche...the indie rock hoodie. it is a subcultural must. but see, i just don't care. there is just something to me about slipping it on, zipping it up, and putting my hands in the pockets...something that feels like fall is officially here.