“I don’t seem to want to stop writing to you — it’s almost as bad as leaving you.

— G — x — That’s my kiss —”

– Selected Letters of Georgia O’Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz

They share the same name;
Same scent.

They both paint
And taste the same.

One exist.
One doesn’t.

-s
Some time last year

Bob: I don’t want to leave.
Charlotte: So don’t. Stay here with me. We’ll start a jazz band.

— Lost in Translation, 2003

You’re not wearing that perfume today, he said.

-s
Today, 1:27 p.m.

“David [Bowie] quietly tells me, ‘You know, I’ve had so much sex and drugs that I can’t believe I’m still alive,’ and I loudly tell him, ‘You know, I’ve had SO LITTLE sex and drugs that I can’t believe I’m still alive.”  — Morrissey, Autobiography

Remembering  *David Bowie* on the first anniversary of his passing, with a ton of love and respect.  His legacy lives forever.

<3

Write.
Dream.
Watch.
Contemplate.
Read.
Look.
Draw.
Smell.
Behave.
Stop.
Live.
Touch.
Share.
Expose.
Make.
Love.
Make love.
Observe.
Shine.
Shine.
Shine.

-s
Toronto, January 2017

“I find only freedom in the realms of eccentricity.” — David Bowie

Truly missed.  Never forgotten.

Happy 70th!

<3

Fifteen-minute dreams are untouchable… unreal… sweet.

To be continued…

-s
Toronto,  January 2017

“I adore [London dinner parties].  The clever people never listen, and the stupid people never talk.” — Oscar Wilde

It’s not me, it’s you.
It’s not me nor you.
It’s us, or none of us.

We are perplexed, puzzled, fearful.
Ful versus full.
We are full.

-s
Toronto,  January 2017