The radio is playin CCR, "Long As I Can See The Light". That song has a strange effect on me sometimes. It arrests my attention and makes me forget everything that is crowding in on my consciousness. It's a hokey, pedestrian piece, but it has a quality about it that works on my mind the way certain smells do.
I want to smell Ugh cooking in the kitchen on French St. I want to be building a model airplane on my desk in my bedroom and take off on my bike with my radio bungeed to the book rack. I want to walk all over Irving at night and wonder what's going on out there in the world that I'm missing.
What would it be like right now if my biggest concern was whether the lights were on when I tried to sneak back home near dawn? Can I even conceive of such a life? There is a melancholy that runs slow and deep in me. The surface has ripples and makes a pleasant noise, while there are darker, ponderous shapes moving among the boulders in the depths and covered with moss and muck.
Music does have a power in my life, I suppose.
I want to smell Ugh cooking in the kitchen on French St. I want to be building a model airplane on my desk in my bedroom and take off on my bike with my radio bungeed to the book rack. I want to walk all over Irving at night and wonder what's going on out there in the world that I'm missing.
What would it be like right now if my biggest concern was whether the lights were on when I tried to sneak back home near dawn? Can I even conceive of such a life? There is a melancholy that runs slow and deep in me. The surface has ripples and makes a pleasant noise, while there are darker, ponderous shapes moving among the boulders in the depths and covered with moss and muck.
Music does have a power in my life, I suppose.
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