Jolieflows - 𝐴.

Christian Wiman, from Once in the West; "Music Maybe"

[Text ID: one wants in the end just once to be friend / one's own loneliness, // to make of the ache of inwardness— // something, // music maybe,]

...𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

It is tarmac, rather like coffee. Sprung like spring. Ventured on like a welcome mat, with both new and old seals.

It's there and opaque. Solo, besieged, vulnerable, and frequently on the verge of exploding. Perverse, facetious, and vague, but it's still there.

A memory recollection. An unofficial approach for formal subconscious.

Brazen, adjusted, and revisited thoughts. Blissfully naive. Gloriously dank and careless. Unfiltered like most waters, but continuously flowing

The consciousness, however timorous, is nevertheless nostalgic.

—𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞.

Day 1: I'm amazed at the beauty of it. Culture seems to be a living thing. To exist here, right now. Am I... on the line?

Day 2: He is the muse I find in perfect harmony. How can a man be as captivating as himself? He will never grow tired of photography.

Day 3: For my part, I intend to see what has never been seen before. I hope my life continues on this path. So I write this. A hymn? Perhaps.

𝑇𝐵𝐶~

These are the hours. The hours, the minutes, the seconds. And the mind? Brutal.

Original Sin (2001)

ANGELINA JOLIE  Gia, 1998  – dir. Michael Cristofer