What am I?

Until I am measured
I am not known,
Yet how you miss me
When I have flown.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcL4J0pzlAg

nostalgia ain't what it used to be

The Money Train

I want to make some sort of a short film with this music track to it. It's dark though, I'm imagining it would be set at night, or something sinister during the day... It's haunting and I can't stop listening to it.

The scene it comes from in the film The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford is the train robbery, and Roger Deakins shot it like art. The covered faces of the robbers light up through the trees by the moving head lamp of the train like ghosts flashing in the dark, and even the trees' shadows wipe across the screen are haunting. Add this to the music and it's a magnificent piece of cinema. The link to the scene is at the bottom.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWvvnn68iB8

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Running to Stand Still

Running to stand still is a song I discovered in my twenties. I always loved it, and pretended to understand it. Now I am in my thirties. My lifestyle has changed. My priorities have changed. My perspective, my immortality isn't what it used to be. Today I drove for hours, on my own, and I realised it has been a long-time since I have enjoyed my own company so much. To be leisurely loosing myself in my own thoughts, to accept my limitations, and to appreciate my ambitions. I took the train home and watched the world pass by the way I used to watch it many years ago. Detached, absorbed, reflectively. It has been a long time since I have been at peace with myself. I haven't returned to it, but at least I can begin to recognise that I need to run to stand still.

by John Lunn

It's free, but it's priceless.
You can't own it, but you can use it.
You can't keep it, but you can spend it.
Once you've lost it, you can never have it back.
Time.

A Fairy Tale within a fairy tale

There was once upon a time a fine King, and he had everything he could wish for, and a great deal more. He had gold and silver, diamonds and rubies, riches of every kind.

This King had a daughter, who was the wisest and most beautiful Princess that ever was seen. When she was a child she understood all her lessons before her masters taught them to her; and when she was grown up, she was the wonder of the world. Near the Palace where this Princess lived, there was a cottage in which there was a poor little tiny woman, who lived all alone by herself. Not an old woman. Quite a young one.

One day the princess stopped at the cottage and said to the woman, let me see what you keep there. The tiny woman opened a very secret place and showed the princess... a shadow. It was the shadow of someone that had gone by many years before.

"and you keep watch over this? Every single day?" said the princess.
"Yes." said the tiny woman, "because no one so good, or kind, had passed by that way ever since."

The princess realised that of all of her gold and silver, and diamonds, and rubies, she had nothing so precious to her as that shadow was to that tiny woman.