love is all i am

I feel really great right now even though it's 5 am and I'm still working off a large coffee from 5 pm, I guess. But it's no matter because I finished editing my show and I sat up in my room and watched cerebral youtube and listened to songs that make me feel good. But earlier this night was good too--Queens and Peruvian rotisserie chicken with Reed and that burough's almost small-town-reminiscent 37th Avenue, critical theory chat and discovering I actually do like Autechre, and realizing the term I was sort of searching for all along was psych-folk. On the train today twice I came out of my sudoku trance just enough to look around at all the men with their wedding rings and more often than not I smile when I think about what that ring means for them, hopelessly optimistic.

I don't want the sun to come up right now. Right now I'd be okay with perpetual night. Or maybe instead Spring. Yeah, just Spring.

Fuck Twitter

What happened to the days when quoting Wilco was cool?