in preparation for a yosemite valley adventure weekend after next, i am reading (around in) john muir’s book. his language is immense. you feel the soaring rocks and sparkling waterfalls and so forth. i’d forgot the power & poetry of the sublime. it’s been a while since i’d read the romantics. it’s like he walked hand in hand with robert burns.
a persian horror movie with the soul of a western. perfection. instantly fell hopelessly and forever in love with its vampire, she haunts my dreams (her enormous eyes)