... on Earth

Heima

My list of must-see-countries-before-I-die continues to grow...
This time, thanks to Sigur Rós. And to Pill, of course. And this link may explain why.

Nevertheless, Perth has its moments too, I must admit. Especially on crisp, grey mornings, after a night of incessant, torrential rain. And you wake up and watch the world -- washed, washed up, cleansed, fresh, new. Like the spring in your step. And the thought in your head.

Rolling Stones

Here

Not

Muddy Waters...

... are what my mind is floundering in right now. For so long that I've lost the feeling, the memory of what it felt like before I lost my grip on clarity and coherence of thought.

Someone suggested to me recently that what I'm grappling with is a complete breakdown in my ability to define the "no-named". I'm tempted to agree entirely. If nothing else, being able to define this inability does take some of the weight off at least. What weight? Just... weight. I seem to be incapable of defining that either.

Red Earth, Blue Sky, Pouring Rain