the area is a fine one to take a stroll in. i for one love climbing the winding path leading absolutely nowhere. but what joy to be peeking through luxurious blinds for just a moment, all while leisurely ascending. why the song though? when clubbing in the eighties, the belgian pop group scabs was big. big as matchsticks and matchbox cars. one of their biggest dance hall hits was called matchbox car.
geraardsbergen has its very own matchbox museum, no kidding. passionates around town owning thousands of boxes is no exception here. yeah, we're weird like that. last december t. sent me this tiny box, in which santa, a mouse and a bird delivering mail reside, snuggly pressed side by plywood side when alongated. it made my adult heart melt, both contents and box. let's try not to dither withal.
.. but simply add i happened upon laura stoddart's exquisite OFF THE BEATEN TRACK quotes book in my bedroom poetry section, as one stumbles upon proper stuff at the right moment. not always, last night i did. these honeys may not be sleeping in matchboxes, but imagine? the sheer happiness to extend limbs between crisp sheets? arrghghg. my above matchbox scene is a modest attempt at using an original matchbox for a far quirkier goal: showing off my nighttime man! eric, the hero, third time challenger. thxs!