Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


I just want to scream…hello…
My god its been so long, never dreamed you’d return.
But now here you are, and here I am.
Hearts and thoughts they fade away.
— Pearl Jam, Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town


I’ll swallow poison, until I grow immune.
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room.
How much difference…?
How much difference does it make?
— Pearl Jam, Indifference

(Almost) Summer Solstice