a lovely swedish saturday:

wandering in the drizzle to pick up books and drop off film and admire perfectly appointed windowsills, peer in the windows of used bookshops (antiqvariat), marvel over perfect houses on rainy up and down streets, stop at the grocery store. Home, perfectly excellent tomato, onion + feta omelette for a late lunch, lounge drowsily on the couch reading the newspaper, top off with Cléo de 5 à 7

the things I saw if I'd only had my camera, a portrait of Bogart & Bergman in the corner of a windowsill, a basement record shop with three smiling old men around the counter, clinging green leaves.

I wish I had a movie camera.