I remember the first time coming toward you,
how solid you looked, sitting and twisting
your dark hair against your neck.
But you were not solid.
From the first moment, when you breathed
on my single lily, I saw
where you felt it.
From then on, I wanted to bend low and close
to the curves of your ear.
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Song On The Beach by Arcade Fire
September by 1973
i look outside my window and see a collective of solid, light, ideas, colors, and air. it is infinite and vast, forever morphing into shapes and other shapes so that there is never an ultimate, definite form. you see it differently . . our mothers see it differently from our fathers . . a thousand others think it differently from another ten thousand and in each of those only a few sees, thinks, and feels the same . . i was thinking that this is what separates us.
but when we do agree on something we bond over it; it is celebrated. this is how we form friendships. then a family is created . . then a community . . then another collective. many words come to mind: individuality, together-ness, people. it’s all very magical.
Here with Me by The Killers
from “Otravida, Otravez” / This Is How You Lose Her, Junot Díaz
- AND THIS IS WHAT I KNOW OF MYSELF