Nagging, but in a good way
2001 doesn't seem so long ago, but that's EIGHT YEARS MOTHERFUCKER, almost a decade. I feel old. And I have this horrible tendency to discover music after it's been out for ages.
"New Slang" by the Shins has been nagging me for weeks. I heard it on the radio and then almost wanted to cry, something about it is just too poignant. The song has wormed its way into my brain and all day long I hear muffled clips of it in the back of my head. It's like my brain won't rest until I posses this song.
Therapy today. I look forward to it all week from the minute I walk out of her office until the next week when I'm coming in the door. Why?
Dream fragments:
I'm in Richmond and I get on a bus. It's a city bus. I look out the window and as the bus is pulling away I see a fat girl standing on the sidewalk in a short skirt and high heels. She has glasses. She's wearing my colors, she even has limp, shoulder-length brown hair, but she isn't me. I feel sad leaving her behind. She wasn't supposed to come along, I was supposed to stay.
I'm in my mother's backyard. Where she cut down that tree, I thought it was an ash. Philodendron selloum (a giant tropical green plant, grown in Florida, has holes in the leaves) is growing miraculously from the spot where the tree was, even though a temperate zone is too cold for it. I hold the leaves in my hands and a thrill passes through me, that this can't possibly be real.
I'm getting naked with this kid I knew when I was five or so, but we're adults now. We've both lost a bunch of weight. He's lost more than I have but he had gastric bypass (true story). I get embarrassed and run out of the room. On my way out I see his dick and it's teeny, like a dog's.
"New Slang" by the Shins has been nagging me for weeks. I heard it on the radio and then almost wanted to cry, something about it is just too poignant. The song has wormed its way into my brain and all day long I hear muffled clips of it in the back of my head. It's like my brain won't rest until I posses this song.
Therapy today. I look forward to it all week from the minute I walk out of her office until the next week when I'm coming in the door. Why?
Dream fragments:
I'm in Richmond and I get on a bus. It's a city bus. I look out the window and as the bus is pulling away I see a fat girl standing on the sidewalk in a short skirt and high heels. She has glasses. She's wearing my colors, she even has limp, shoulder-length brown hair, but she isn't me. I feel sad leaving her behind. She wasn't supposed to come along, I was supposed to stay.
I'm in my mother's backyard. Where she cut down that tree, I thought it was an ash. Philodendron selloum (a giant tropical green plant, grown in Florida, has holes in the leaves) is growing miraculously from the spot where the tree was, even though a temperate zone is too cold for it. I hold the leaves in my hands and a thrill passes through me, that this can't possibly be real.
I'm getting naked with this kid I knew when I was five or so, but we're adults now. We've both lost a bunch of weight. He's lost more than I have but he had gastric bypass (true story). I get embarrassed and run out of the room. On my way out I see his dick and it's teeny, like a dog's.