Shine on, you crazy white cap

I love white walls. Small photographs. The look and feel of empty space, when in reality it's quite filled up. Stacked magazines. All white and unfolding. Wooden ceilings, record players and animal skulls. Cleanliness. Old cameras. The sound of a flicker, a shutter, a speed. The dimness of the night. Old feelings and hot tea. New feelings, the wind through the trees. All these things, all these things. They make me so happy.