poetry in common life, nostalgia in common life

this morning, i woke up and heard the birds. and it was a quiet time. and then someone started watching tv, and, you know, some people find it a nuisance. i saw it as another part of the ambience. the birds, earth; the tv, what we make of earth. we're given something and what we do with it is something to experience too, another experience entirely.

often i feel a kind of nostalgia for things i never did. moreso their styles. i like the art of what ive never seen. right now, and this is kind of ridiculous, maybe, but i feel like the PS3 photo gallery music. a modest guitar, with water droplets. i imagine a guitar with water dripping into its cavity. maybe a light rain. its difficult to transcribe to text, how it feels. i have a small photo album on my icloud of imagery, kind of nostalgic kind of imagery. i find photographs to be the forefront of description of style, so i'll give you, dear reader, a few photographs.

and now, once you're done looking at them, a few thoughts that rolled through while i was downloading photos and pasting imagery into text:

i wont ever embed imagery directly into my blog. it kind of ruins the style of it. its all text. i like it that way.

the style i mean to describe with the attached images is a loose one. it's a catch-all "nostalgia".

it's always in the background, this style. its a style you can see in life itself, moreso the life you walk through when out and about. its not a virtual thing, like frutiger aero. its not a computer thing, nor a fictional one. its a real place you can be at if you look and take many mental images. its not a specific place, though, i mean. its the style of life itself. maybe the style of a specific kind of life. it's not everywhere, but its pretty abundant in places. it has a lot of urban elements. a lot of greenery. my point is, see poetry in the common, and you will see lots of poetry.

also, i hope to be a photographer of this kind of photo. i'll be a still-image Mario Incandenza, hunched over with my camera, photographing whatever catches the eye. my difference is, Mario has all of the time he needs, and i always have to give myself time to run back up to a group. im not alone yet. not to say Mario is, but he's given time, and nobody is patient for me.

anna's archive, infinite art

the forefront of my mind: i have just discovered anna's archive. ive heard about it before, but i really didnt expect how expansive it is. it has every book ive been meaning to read and then some. i registered, and quickly made a list of authentic-looking epubs for books i want to read, and another for books ive read and recommend (one can easily note my unread list is much longer than my read list... which is why i really need an accessible form of library in my life). i really feel i can quickly read whatever i like now! what a blessing!

with this, i feel like any form of art is easily at my fingertips. what a time to live in, to which one machine can commune with a million others and deal me any literature, film, music or imagery i like. what a time. what a time. yt-dlp, internet archive, anna's archive, myrient... isnt it amazing? how much we've made? how easily one can grasp at any individual making and a thousand more? it makes me feel all the more unfortunately mortal, i'll never see all of it... and yet mortality permanently combats any kind of greed one would have, to proclaim to have experienced all there is to feel. such beauty! such beauty.