danuv | (no subject)

This afternoon I've been wondering what I would look like as a house. Would I look like the Winchester Mystery House? Would there be stairways of regret that lead nowhere? Doors belonging to people who I could have connected with that open into empty space? Is there a new wing for my recent Art Nouveau obsession, decked out with curves, wiggles, and Rupert Carabin pieces? Is there a gallery full of large paintings of women gazing into mirrors, fainting in languid ecstasy, and floating dead down rivers covered in piles of flowers? I think that there are wings for the people I've loved and still do. Their rooms full of shared experiences. There must be passages that connect my house with theirs, decked out with the memories, choices, and events that shaped and formed our relationships.
This is one of those few times I wish I could draw.

God, I love this music.