japonica forests and tinfoil stars.

song: cigarettes and chocolate milk, rufus wainwright
sight: sunday afternoon cessnas across the sky

i wander home, thinking of mrs. dalloway and swinging my grocery bags through empty streets. i am preparing dinner parties with orzo and baby spinach, real italian parmesan and olives imported from spain. tonight's moon is overfull, this air smells of ocean and candlewax.