my mosaic.

I got one in the post the other day, in a red & blue striped air-mail envelope. I sent one back, in a letter I typed on that typewriter.

I was mailed nostalgia with no strings on its wrists. I reminisced on a time that I didn’t exist in, for a life that wasn’t mine. daydreams are quite nice.

now if this life… a life of photographs in weathered envelopes & smudgy letters typed by rows of typewriter keys… actually exists in reality, in MY reality, in California in twothousand&eleven, then I imagine it would inspire a playlist or several. wouldn’t it?

as I am currently by my nightstand, and as there is a red & blue striped air-mail envelope on it, and as out of it currently peeks a tiny neat satin ribbon tied around dried wildflowers, I guess I am subject to believe that maybe such a life can exist. does exist. in my life. in my existence.

alright. let’s daydream with our eyes open, then. which leaves only one order of business. the playlist.

this is part of my modernvintage bluejean fairytale [midnightdaydream] playlist:

“Zorbing” -Stornoway

“All About Us” -He Is We feat. Owl City

“Norway” -Beach House

“Be My Home” -The Apprentice

“Molasses” -The Hush Sound

“Seaside” -The Kooks

“Young, Dumb, & In Love” -Mat Kearney

“Drive” -The Homes

“Comptine d’un autre été” -Yann Tiersen

[If I’m living in this world, it’s living in mine, so that I know it’s real.]