I hope one day the line begins to blur, just as Trent said. That I shall come back from the other side of the mirror and hug myself, real neat, real warm.

If I get to know you better, sure it is a fire. I am mostly waving, mostly lost, but cannot live without imagining a way through it all. It is good it is not happening.

It is not my will to make a blue day. Cloudy hit the road. I cannot help it. I am and I flow. Because this is the modern world I am not pleased to meet and no one asked me to belong to... I have not chosen. There are not many to choose from, though.

Catharsis? Introspective aim? Do not mind at all. I am just waiting here as always. I hope I do not rescind of you, but please, do not jump over board. Grab me.

In particular order:

English Poetry
Indie Rock
Photography
Collecting Bootlegs

20 Minute Lounge, Air, Ambulette/Bella Lea, Belle and Sebastina, Bjork, Blur, Blonde Redhead, Broken Social Scene, Cat Power, Cities, Dave Gahan, Death Cab For Cutie, Deus, Cocorosie, David Bowie, Denali, Department for Eagles, Depeche Mode, Elbow, Emily Haines and The Soft Skeleton, Everything But The Girl, Garbage, Goldfrapp, Grizzly Bear, Hanne Hukkelberg, Hot Chip, Incubus, Kasabian, Kashmir, Kings Of Convenience, Le Tigre, Massive Attack, Metric, Metropol, Nine Inch Nails, Pearl Jam, P.J. Harvey, Portishead, Psapp, Radiohead, Regina Spektor, She Wants Revenge, Silverchair, Sleater Kinney, Stars, Stina Nordenstam, Sonic Youth, The Gossip, The Notwists, The Postal Service, The Strokes, Thom Yorke, Toni Mitchell, Tori Amos, Wolf Parade, Zero 7.

"Doctor Blind" from "Emily Haines and The Soft Skeleton"

Metric and all that has to do with Emily Haines artistic expression

FAVOURITE FILMS

Being John Malkovich
Dancer In The Dark
Donnie Darko
Existenz
Lost In Translation
May
Reconstruction
Sweethearts
The Anniversary Party
The Hours
The Piano
Waking Life

Carnivale
Grey`s Anatomy
Six Feet Under

My favourite writers are: Antoine de Saint Exupery, Allen Ginsberg, Fernando Pessoa, Julio Cortazar, Manuel Bandeira, Patrick Suskind, Virginia Woolf, William Faulkner, etc.

Oh, life, how I have dreaded you! Oh, human beings, how I have hated you! How you have nudged, how you have interrupted, how hideous you have looked in streets, how squalid sitting opposite each other staring in the Tube! Now as I climb this mountain, my mind is printed with brown-paper parcels and your faces. I have been stained by you and corrupted. You smelt so unpleasant too, lining up outside doors to buy tickets. All were dressed in indeterminate shades of grey and brown, never even a blue feather pinned to a hat. None had the courage to be one thing rather than another. What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you chained me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them into the waste-paper basket with your greasy paws. Yet those were my life. But I yielded. Sneers and yawns were covered with my hand. I did not go out into the street and break a bottle in the gutter as a sign of rage. Trembling with ardour, I pretended that I was not surprised. What you did, I did. So terrible was life that I held up shade after shade. Look at life through this, look at life through that; let there be rose leaves, let there be vine leaves—I covered the whole street with the blaze and ripple of my mind, with vine leaves and rose leaves.

Taken from "The Waves"