I love these crisp autumn days when i can dig into my copious collection of black sweatshirts and feel the wind on my nose. There's something very comforting, but simultaneouslyt almost euphoric about it for me, much more so than even the first flowers of spring. Alright i sound like a hallmark card trying to rip off Robert Frost and failing miserably, but lemme just say that i really love the Fall. The season i mean. I like the band too.

In the supermarket buying food they were playing Martha Reeves And The Vandellas' "Nowhere To Run," which is kind of Foucauldian, or at least panoptical.