twenty-three january
four : thirty-three p.m.

"hey, baby! turn around! i know you can hear me, i'm yelling, goddammit!"

i kept walking.

these songs remind me of last autumn. all the photos on my wall. outside in philadelphia. free newspapers. the first time we were alone together.

during the show, i sang along and smiled and stared in amazement and thought about how all the songs were about me, or him, or us. except there was no us, then.

she is gone for five days. i wish he were here to take her place.

i wish he weren't upset with me. i wish i hadn't asked.

music : the weakerthans
literature : art catalogs
fixation : aloneness; beading