Little sketchbook page // thought crash


... a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door.

And of all the forgotten faces.


...


Remembering speechlessly we seek




the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a



stone, a leaf, an unfound door.  Where?  When?


O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.




- Thomas Wolfe
Did anyone else use to be borderline obsessive about Bad Religion? They were my 
favourite band when I was about 16, and it's weird reading Look Homeward Angel, 
by Thomas Wolfe, and noticing where an 80s/90s thesaurus punk band got some of its lyrics from.

I love things that connect to other things.