however glorified, still uncorrupted with a steady heartbeat
Went driving for an hour on country backroads in morning drizzle, because I was in that kind of mood. Listened to Marketa Irglova's entire new album. Listened to the lyrics this time.
Drove by a place I haven't been to since I was a child. Found a road that got steadily narrower and narrower until it just disappeared amid overgrowth. Waved to an old woman bemused at the appearance of a strange car in her cul-de-sac. She looked like my great-grandmother who doesn't remember me anymore.
Thought about places, backgrounds, home and what that means. Thought about how when music matches your emotions, it always seems to match the landscape too. Like everything merges a little bit more than it did before.
Cried a little bit over several things at once, like the realization that "For Old Times' Sake" is Marketa's "Paper Airplane" - or rather, the other side of the coin.
Everything was overcast and lush and wet. Stormy. Thick. This is how I love Georgia the most, when no one else wants to venture out into it.
And then I came back home and needed to write it all down, just so I don't forget.
(Cross-posted to Tumblr.)
Drove by a place I haven't been to since I was a child. Found a road that got steadily narrower and narrower until it just disappeared amid overgrowth. Waved to an old woman bemused at the appearance of a strange car in her cul-de-sac. She looked like my great-grandmother who doesn't remember me anymore.
Thought about places, backgrounds, home and what that means. Thought about how when music matches your emotions, it always seems to match the landscape too. Like everything merges a little bit more than it did before.
Cried a little bit over several things at once, like the realization that "For Old Times' Sake" is Marketa's "Paper Airplane" - or rather, the other side of the coin.
Everything was overcast and lush and wet. Stormy. Thick. This is how I love Georgia the most, when no one else wants to venture out into it.
And then I came back home and needed to write it all down, just so I don't forget.
(Cross-posted to Tumblr.)