Then the snow started falling We were stuck out in your car You were rubbing both my hands Chewing on a candy bar you said ain’t this just like the present To be showing up like this There’s a moon waning crescent we started to kiss
And I said I know it well
-Bon Iver, Blood Bank
I’ve always felt sort of conflicted about my affinity for constantly posting song lyrics. I know it’s kind of a cliche thing to do, if not strictly the purview of the angst-ridden teenage girl.
But then, if we’re being honest, music is how I internalize the world. It’s the closest thing I’ve got to religion, and the only thing that has ever really been able to get inside me, if you will. There are moments when I’m lying on my bed with headphones on and the volume up and a song will come on that just feels…electric.
There’s a nondescript feeling of tingling, a head-rush, elation, the sudden urge to laugh, to cry, to capture the entirety of human experience in a song lyric. For a moment in time, I feel…infinite.
I guess everybody has something. A way of expressing themselves through someone else’s art.
“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.”—
The redhead sitting near me at the coffeeshop once dated a musician, but they haven’t spoken in many years. “He just couldn’t cope” she said, “and it makes me really sad”. She earlier asserted with some ferocity that she is not romantically interested in women.