PACE IS THE TRICK & FIR TREES

Day 3 of visiting my various friends in the country. Time moves at a slower pace upon leaving Manhattan. There is something healing about trees and a hot tub in the back yard.

I really like the band Interpol. I don't care what anyone says.

And these lyrics touch me today...

The word 'heal' keeps going through my mind.

Above, a snapshot taken right before I left Vancouver, at the 'Emperor's New Clothes' show. With Cameron Banks of Mor Rubber, and a pretty model boy named Paul who I walked down the runway with.

"Pace Is The Trick"

You can't hold it too tight,
These matters of security
You don't have to be wound so tight
Smoking on the balcony
But it's that sleaze in a park
You women, you have no self-control,
The angels remark outside
You were known for insatiable means
I don't know a thing

I've seen love, and I followed the speeding of starlight
I've seen love, and I followed the speeding of starswept night

Yeah pace is the trick

And to all the destruction in men
Well I see you as you take your pride,
my lioness, your defenses seem wise I cannot press
And detentions are demised, my lioness
Can't you hurt it some, think I hurt it

I've seen love, and I followed the speeding of starlight
I've seen love and I followed the speeding of starswept night

And now I select you, slow down I let you
See how I stun, see how I stun

And to all the destruction in men
And to all the corruption in my hand
And now I select you, slow down I let you
See how I stun see how I stun
And now I select you, slow down I let you
I always follow the speeding of starswept night

You don't hold... a candle.

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I am going home in 14 days.

Meetings, reconnections.

Healing.