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.
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