“I used flowers because Oscar Wilde always used flowers. He once went to the Colorado salt mines and addressed a mass of miners there. He started the speech with “Let me tell you why we worship the daffodil!”. Of course, he was stoned to death. But I really admired his bravery and the idea of being constantly attached to some form of plant.”
— Steven Morrissey (in an extract from the interview by Ian Birch published in the 21th June - 4th July 1984 issue of Smash Hits)
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
I still feel like I should wait until tomorrow to put on the glorious boxes of Sufjan Steven’s Songs for Christmas collections, but it feels okay to listen to Backseat Goodbye’s homemade christmas albums today. I’m doing essay stuff, hot black coffee keeping me going, the window steaming up. I dunno, sometimes life is simple and nice, and I love the wintery build up to Christmas. The little warm lights in the dark and cold.