There needs to be an extra day in the week. A day when you don’t have to worry about responsibilities. A day where you hide from every thing/one. As though time stops for a day. Like the Narnia closet, time would end when this day begins and start up from exactly that point when it’s over.
The throes of life, let’s see - apartment hunting, asking for raises/promotions, trying new mind-alterations, accepting one’s imperfections, knowing that there are nights when you will go to three parties and nights when you will go to bed at 10 on a weekend, deciding that men and women need to be wooed equally, taking portraits for bands and fashion companies, trying to avoid pointless anger and frustration, still trying to get a handle on what to do with love - it’s a whirlwind right now, but I’m trying, really trying, and eventually, when I’m not consumed in every minute of every day with trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to put a roof over my head next month, I will be able to sit down and say something real. I’m actually looking forward to the boxed-in-ness of winter, for once.
one day, you will look up at the sky, and you will realize that everything is better. where you are, who you’re with, what you’re doing, are all better than they were yesterday, the day before, the week before, the month before, or the year before. and when you realize this, all you can do is enjoy it. soak it up soak it in. because it will not last. and that is precisely what makes it so important.
One of my best friends is in town and I’m drinking coffee at 9pm, listening to “don’t look back in anger.” I’d say that just about sums things up.
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable. (Wilco, “Radio Cure”)
