“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Finally My Body Isn't Flying

It's been a week since I've been on a plane and my body doesn't have the feeling it's flying anymore.

This is spun somewhat too slow for my taste but still, it's Vermeille by Pepé Braddock, how can you not like it? From that warm French late nineties house sound.



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