a poem by a. e. houseman, which is inscribed on my grandfather’s tombstone:

into my heart an air that kills
from yon far country blows;
what are those blue remembered hills,
what spires, what farms are those?

that is the land of lost content,
i see it shining plain,
the happy highways where i went
and cannot come again.

(yeah)

Over the summer, my friend Molly and I watched COME AND SEE. I had a vague idea what it was about, but as she and I got further along, I realized that it was something altogether different than what I had imagined. Which is to say that it was an extremely powerful film and probably one of the best things I’ve ever seen.

Afterwards, I wrote a review. Because I’m an insufferable nerd, I’ll post it here:

I’d never really had the experience before while watching a film where I just started crying out of nowhere. Not just tears but full blown crying until my eyes were swollen. I won’t spoil it. You just have to experience it for yourself.

Anyway, today McCune discovered the worst thing ever:

Yeah. We’re doomed lol

Back when I was still making T-shirts, I had all these ideas for designs I wanted to print. I never got around to doing it . . . but I found this one on my computer last week:

The back of the shirt was going to say:

THERE IT IS.
DON’T MOVE TILL YOU’RE NUMB.

Man . . . I kinda want to just make a single one for myself. Maybe I’ll do that. Why not? Who cares??