I like words and Earl Grey and broccoli and that rythm you only find in music and ice cream and movies and a cat named Jeppejonas and spoken word and marathon letters and my camera and night time and I like your older sisters band.

A possible combination is to write a letter when listening to, let's say, Tom Waits, having a tea cup on the table and Jeppejonas on the lap. Meanwhile, I photograph the whole scen using self timer, waits for the ice cream-machine to finish my broccoli ice cream, and try to glance at your sister while she's showing me some real cool guitar stuff.

That'll be a nice day.