sometimes the city is quiet.
in fact, the quite parts usually ring louder than a distant explosion.
i can honestly say i've never experienced a moment of complete silence in this city.
i also like that sometimes.
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i liken
- lett'n the beard go
- cooking from scratch
- vice magazine
- french press
- jazz, at the right times
- big, huge sweaters
- learning names
- flickr.com/filmsnotdead
- red hair
- little sleep
- alan cross
- black comedy
- coltrane, miles, and oscar
- cabbagetown
- my ltd. tony the tiger SLR
- shit haircuts
- olde e
- musical instruments
- handshakes
- large canvas
- stan smith II's in white
- discmans
- old wallets
- long americanos
- live shows
- exposed brick
- oil paint
- dark clothing
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