I am sorry.

This break is making me think a lot
and I've got things to fix and mend.
but I'm not scared about it anymore.
Well, not as much as before.
I'm working on it.
Time to be thankful and forgiving.
This hoax of holiday apparently does
have some meaning behind it.







I am sorry. I don't know what else to say.

Ottoman

Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture
Lovelier now, but dressed for a funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall

Elegant clothes, you want to be seen with her
Under your tweeds you sweat like a teenager
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall

Today’s for you
They laid it out for you
For you
There will be six bells a-ringing and white women singing for you
But this feels so unnatural to Peter Gabriel, too

All of the cards and all of the time it took
Soon it's all lines of red in a leather book
Begging you to wait for a minute by the door
Your creeping feet where they’ve never been before

Today’s for you
They laid it out for you
For you
There will be six bells a-ringing and white women singing for you
But this feels so unnatural Peter Gabriel, too

This song has been on my head all weekend. I can't stop thinking it.
I looked at the late autumn sky earlier today
and nothing but that was in my head.
Walking in the field with some friends
with a Vampire Weekend soundtrack playing in the background.
Even though I can't think of anything better than that, I still feel lost.
I don't know why I keep feeling that way,
but this feeling hasn't gone away since last night.

Today's for you. They laid it out for you... for you.

Leisure, Letters and Leaves.

Holiday season starts very soon and I am excited. I am generally excited for Thanksgiving. I'm not usually a big fan of the holiday because it is usually dull for me, but I am fond of it now. Not then idea of Thanksgiving itself, but the whole getting off from school thing. I have a vast amount of work to do this break, but I will get over it soon enough.

I am contemplating staying at Hofstra for the winter break and work here to obtain money/solitude/invite people over to booze up. I said it. You were thinking it.

I was thinking today that people don't write letters enough. Letters are touching to me and always hits you at a personal level compared to a text message. I miss the time of writing letters. Well you might be thinking, well Winslow, you are connected to world due to your phone, why would you miss a time of letters? Wouldn't that be hypocritical? In a way, yes, but I feel that I miss certain people and a text message/call/IM is not enough sometimes, so I want to try once more to start writing letters to people and be fully committed to it. If you interested contact me. I don't care who you are. I just want to add some words and write some letters.

I started to make a mix today. A Mostly Autumn/A Little of the Early Holidays mix. Here is what I have so far. If you want to add, comment or if you want to say anything about the selections, do tell, I want to make it great, so any comments would be cool:

In no particular order:
October Leaves - The Good Life
Campus - Vampire Weekend
Going To California - Led Zeppelin
Autumn Leaves - Miles Davis
Let Us Down Easy - Ryan Adams
Sundress - Ben Kweller
L'amour Ne Dure Pas Toujours- Feist
White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes
Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him
Re: Stacks - Bon Iver
Demo 9 - Brand New
Autumn's Child - Devendra Banhart
Wine Red - The Hush Sound
Cassius - Foals
Leaves - The Postmarks
Murder In The City - The Avett Brothers

Murder In The City

I'm still playing with the shadows. Still lost in the mystery that was. I'm still figuring out the bigger picture. Still climbing the ladder to an unknown point. I'm still figuring out the shapes. Still looking down for a helping hand. I'm still humming that same tune. Still remembering the love that is.