Woman in a Yellow Dress, 1899
Max Kurzweil
Large image: HERE
This is the second night in a week that I had a dream about the ocean. and the beach. and large ships.
and in a state of being half awake, half asleep… I dreamt of her. With different hair and with another man. I didn’t say a word. We met each other while crossing broadway along houston. and the crowds muddled whatever words could have been heard.
I have to work soon. what is this strange feeling? this month has been one of the strangest in my life. heavy drinking. In the beginning, I knew I needed her. and in a sense i still feel that now. but it’s really not the same. and when rob and greg came up i felt like i didn’t know them at all. everything is moving at such a fast rate, and then at work i feel the stagnation. is it possible i’m still the same person after all these years. I don’t think i can change.
I thought it was Klimt…
(via accidentalcharm)
