About a hat

Or two under november rain.

Absolute pure

These are the days

These are the days that I've been missing
Give me the taste give me the joy of summer wine
These are the days that bring new meaning
I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine.
-- Jamie Cullum, These are the days. Listen

Hollowness

Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar.

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion.
-- T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

On the road

Taxi driver give me a ride to a place I haven´t been. Your life on the road makes me a passenger of things I haven´t seen.