Friday, June 02, 2006

Scorch, Wales and ill-repair.

1. The smell of freshly ironed clothes.

2. I picked up a double LP of Under Milk Wood from my parents' a few weeks ago. I like listening to people speaking with Welsh accents. And I love Dylan Thomas' tumbly prose -- the words seem to pour out with no regard for their intended purpose and I see commonplace things like never before.

3. Science fiction movies with machines that don't work properly. I've been watching parts two and three of Matrix. The dirty, sparking machines remind me of the gear in Star Wars and Alien.

Steady rain, canon and heat.

1. We wake to the sound of steady rain after a few hot, dry days. 2. I tumble down a bit of a rabbit hole after a social media discussion of...