I am Cliff Clavin.
Baixa: Rua Augusta.
Sometimes when I watch “The X Files” I think, “Damn, David Duchovny is such a babe” and then other times I think, “Damn, Gillian Anderson is such a babe.” Babes all around.
Hockey at the Victoria rink in Montreal, ca. 1893. Note the early version of the hockey goalposts.
(original image is part of McCord Museum collections)
I drink good coffee every morning. Comes from a place that’s far away. And when I’m done I feel like talking.. without you here there is less to say. I don’t want you thinking I’m unhappy. What is closer to the truth.. that if I lived till I was 102, I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you. I’m no longer moved to drink strong whisky, ’cause I shook the hand of time and I knew that if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs.. I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you. Your face it dances and it haunts me. Your laughter’s still ringing in my ears. I still find pieces of your presence here even after all these years. But I don’t want you thinking I don’t get asked to dinner, ’cause I’m here to say that I sometimes do. Even though I may soon feel the touch of love, I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you. If I lived till I was 102.. I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you.
Guess what I’m doing?
Oh. My. God. I need it. I’m making this this winter. I have no choice.
If I can’t have you then I don’t want anyone.
Audrey Hepburn by Cecil Beaton