novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- you are the stars that i'll follow endlessly i agree. beginnings are the worst. sometimes i wish days are structured like songs. bridge, chorus, everything. it would be easier to navigate, much more sonically sound. i'd hide between the melodies and maybe a hook could lure me out. i am humming while i look for jobs. barista? they want experience. beer delivery? they want a different kind of man. i am trying to hum while i am at a party. accomplished students and intimidating faculty. one or two familiar faces. i am trying to be social, but the harmony sounds forced and artificial. i spend my meager hour in the kitchen with the head of the english department, talking about her side job at the YMCA. her dog sauntered in and lay at our feet, panting in the early evening heat. that's what it's like in the bay area. we have our summers in the fall. there is no way to chart the next two years.
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