twenty-nine september
six : fifty-two p.m.

i want to explain everything in detail.

i want to explain how slowly the sun set, but how quickly the darkness came afterwards. i want to talk about the smashing pumpkins and eavesdropping and wanting to open the windows and lean out and feel the wind at eighty miles per hour.

the songs were very beautiful, but they all ended. and i wanted them to go on forever.

i sang along anyway.