Beth Gibbons: Mysteries
Emilíana Torrini - Sunny Road
Flight Facilities: Crave You
All I Want is You ~ U2
Dreams, memories, the sacred—they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room
You know you make my eyes burn
- Blue Jeans, Lana Del Rey


