the house of all sorts.

music: australia, the bicycles & also the shins
mood: lovehopefully; somewhat coldly

when i was little, one of my favourite books was about an old apartment building and all the people who lived inside. when you open up the cover, each front door is the cover to a smaller story. a little boy and his novelist father are playing hide and go seek. a dog, a tortoise, a cat, and a parrot wait for their owner to come home. children are visiting their grandparents for the weekend. piano lessons take place on the third floor; a partydress and pin-the-tail birthday is on the second. blow out your candles and make a wish!
today, i am vaguely an artist. i'll take photographs for student-written plays (kate's fantastic faces), draw knit-a-thon posters, play with photoshop and doodle through abandoned essaynotes. browsing descriptions of hostels in florence, i daydream of lone travels (so soon!). i make a pact to find halifax summerjobs, drink coffee with books, with myself, with you. conversations with loveglow-falling friends make my winter heart cross it's fingers again. keep telling me stories.