Belongs in the factory...

I do not want to be alive now. I belong to 1960s New York.
Please send me back.

... exert form "Poor Little Rich Girl"


... exert form chelsea girls.

It is not that I want to be someone else. I want to be me. I just think i was born in the wrong time. Everything about me gravitates towards then.
This modern world is too confusing and I hate it.
It isn't romantic nostalgia ... it is a yearning a loss.. a bit like waiting for your soulmate.

Edie

I have been writing this blog for over a year and I still haven't been able to bring myself to post about Edie Sedgwick. I think it is because I would struggle to emphasise quite what this girl means to me or how much she means to me and why. Anyway here she is `:

Watching these videos completely overwhelms me with emotion. I cannot even watch all of the screen test. I think in the last year or so I have forgotten what my soul is. I have only moved slightly away, so tiny that I didn't realise, but I haven't been me.