“More than anything else, cinema consists of the eye

for the magic—that which perceives and reveals the

marvelous in whatsoever it looks upon.” –Maya Deren

The nights we stare in complete silence,

oh i love those nights,

we wake from abiding dreams, tactless waste, misunderstood form,

incandescent light shines in your eyes,

kills me a just a little bit more,

you phase through time like racing tracks.

The Moon Her Majesty - Jack Kerouac

The beats

Happy Birthday Frida Kahlo