novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- floating down the hallway on a half-lit summer night this album reminds me of summertime. when the air stays warm past the late setting sun. we'd go to the beach and walk on the wet sand, i could still hear the melodies in my head. i was quieter then. you had a job at some bakery; you'd wake up at four a.m. and start work each day. i'd go to sleep around four. you always talked about her, but you never used any red-flag words. always carefully chosen. back then i wasn't the best detective. sometimes we don't really want to admit what we already know. what will work and what won't, what is only temporary. when you disappeared i never listened to this album again, it just turned out that way. i've kept it all this time but never turned it on. nk is playing it while unpacking her room. don't you wonder about connotation? what things call up? i'm happy to hear that looping guitar -- it reminds me that i never want anything earmarked as temporary again. i never want to be settled for. i never want to allow that, ever again. 7:30 pm - 06.28.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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