basile-night

The night is false, sometimes the night is.

Sometimes I let myself be part of it, you see, I am a coward.

We let ourselves into the garden; how grandeur, how want. The lost soft supple abstract.

Thought:

“There’s never been logic to music being forgotten, for if a song is good, it should be good all the time. You never throw away a book that’s good. And music should be treated as well.”

Phil Everly

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