coffee and cigarettes
Based on a story I'm reluctant to tell, my car smells like coffee and cigarettes.
Though often times I feel entirely too safe and bland, I do occasionally try to make my life sparkle with a bit of artiness. I love a series of short films made by Jim Jarmusch, titled the same: Coffee and Cigarettes, which are mostly of eccentric people conversing in old diners while drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. Which to me, makes the fact that my seats temporarily smell like wine flavored black and milds feel mildly glamorous.
I'm working on a project for Flash class, which might require a lot of work but could potentially breed one of the projects that I am most proud of. This project includes collecting artwork, writing, photography, or any form of creative medium from all of my friends that can be made into an online magazine. Someone asked me if there was any certain theme, and I felt too scared that the project wouldn't come together in time if my requirements were too specific. And at the same time, I also felt scared responding that if their wasn't, the pieces I would receive would be quality but not cohesive.
We'll see the outcome of an attempt at expression. Earl Nightingale once said, "Your world is a living expression of how you are using and have used your mind." I'm ecstatic to see the way my respectable friends have chosen to use their minds, and catch a glimpse of what that world might be.
I have a feeling it's going to be good. Really good.
1 comment:
I know what you mean with the cigarettes. After walking around the narrow streets of Europe for 5 months,I now associate the smell of cigarette smoke with shopping at street markets, journaling in cafes, and eating really good cheese. Everyone in Spain smoked, and whenever I smell it here, I want to pause, close my eyes, and imagine I'm back on the Mediterranean coast, smiling and nodding as if I understand Spanish, among other things. I don't.
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