experiment 39 : 3.

carillon.

i am romantic.

and not just where women are concerned.

some things, for me, are inherently romantic.

a tiny notebook in which to write one’s thoughts.
super 8 movie cameras.
leather shoulder bags.
journals.
certain types of pens.
etc.

every day at noon and, i guess, sundays at noon and again at two*, the carillon chimes on campus.  i hear it when i walk to class.  i can even hear it from my apartment.  and i don’t know why it’s romantic, but it is.

makes me want to run through a meadow or something.

just one of those inexplicable things, i guess.

carillon. from chikn © on Vimeo.

*at least it did this past sunday.

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