song titles

"potted lemon tree theory"

"ankle deep, alone, by the misty summit docks"

(i'm trying to caputre the aesthetic of the long wooden dock extending from the shore in front of the bellagio hotel, onto magestic lake como, towered over by the southern alps, whose peaks were barely visible, washed out by a confusion low clouds and scattered light. i sat all the way at the end, alone, my feet dangling into the water, taunting curious fish, as i smoked a cigarette and wondered what it would all look like on a clear day, though i would never come to know.)