ignore november
i begin with something only two readers will reference, perhaps: as the starks of winterfell are often heard saying, winter is coming.
for me, their dread of winter is encompassed only by november for me this year. the smell and the feel and the drear light of a fake tennessee winter finally setting in is usually enough to make me feel a little uplifted. i didn't listen to the cure and sugarcubes as a teenager to not feel happier when it's cold and bare outside. but november marks a grim anniversary for me this year and as it approaches i wish i could just cancel my existence for the whole month. just disappear for 30 days and come back like nothing happened. i know myself and i know i will dwell on and think about and mark what happened on certain dates and what was going on on exactly this moment last year, and i'm fearful that i might not can take it.
if i could, i'd check into a hotel on the moon with a few good novels and my sigur ros and maybe some death cab, and i'd see you all in december--brocktree
for me, their dread of winter is encompassed only by november for me this year. the smell and the feel and the drear light of a fake tennessee winter finally setting in is usually enough to make me feel a little uplifted. i didn't listen to the cure and sugarcubes as a teenager to not feel happier when it's cold and bare outside. but november marks a grim anniversary for me this year and as it approaches i wish i could just cancel my existence for the whole month. just disappear for 30 days and come back like nothing happened. i know myself and i know i will dwell on and think about and mark what happened on certain dates and what was going on on exactly this moment last year, and i'm fearful that i might not can take it.
if i could, i'd check into a hotel on the moon with a few good novels and my sigur ros and maybe some death cab, and i'd see you all in december--brocktree