On my mind. Old photographs. How on earth people coped. Cub Scouts brainwashing. Seeing your faces on other people. How much time goes by in 20 years. In fourteen. The perfect expression, tranquil with the is-ness of now, the mark of a life I want to lead. A goal, right there on film.

Listening: Everything we've ever stolen/ Has been lost returned or broken/ No more dragons left to slay/ Every mistake I've ever made/ Has been rehashed and then replayed/ As I got lost along the way.

Sunflowers, and so happy I could cry. (Did cry.) Bom bom bom, ba da dum, bom bom. Or the other way round.