I suppose I could have added up the kilometres, but that information wasn’t relevant.
Doesn’t have a goddamn thing to do with how far you have travelled.
Locked in thoughts of where you were and where you’re going without the benefit of perspective. Each moment passing without the ability to reflect on it, because time passes and you can’t grasp it. Words linger without being able to wrestle them to the ground and beat them for information.
Instead there is only me, the kilometres and the music I’ve chosen to spend my time with.
Driving back and forth through snowstorms, Mark Linkous sings “When you raise your head from your pillow don’t delay / Because people decay / Will you let the rays of the sun help you along / I woke up and all my yesterdays were gone.” I might have a tear. It depends on which…
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