Remember when it was September 11, 2001, and you slept until like noon because it was the wonderful summer between high school and college and school hadn’t started yet; and your dad for some reason didn’t wake you up even though he was definitely awake and seemed rather concerned about the effect on the stock market; and when you finally heard the news you were all like fuck it and called your friends and were all like let’s go to the beach… and it was a really nice day at the beach?
Det Utroligste (The Most Incredible Thing)
This weekend I saw into my core. I thought that it would just be ice, pure ice, but it wasn’t. There is a flame, or maybe an ember, burning red hot that is encased by the crystal ice. I thought it was extinguished, but it is not. It is made of stardust and matchstick tinder and phoenix ash. The little light shines through those stolid shells: K, L, M, N, O, P, Q. It is pulsing life, and life is warm.
Oddly Prophetic
Google’s new answering service: Bruno Mars knows what’s going on.
Also, I kind of like the lyrics “Just like the clouds my eyes will do the same:/If you walk away, everyday it will rain…” Hauntingly poetic.