we’re young and we’re beautiful in the way we never will be again; we’re too young, too beautiful to know it and the night’s hot and it’s August and the city’s packed and the venue more than capacity and there’s no smoking ban and everyone’s lighting up around you.
You have it here in spades. Sometimes it's in the small things, no? When the mundane becomes embodied with a raw urgency impossible to ignore. Those are the moments that I am here for now, and that will now stay with me through the day, Ali.
Ali, again your words unceremoniously grab me until I've galloped to the end, almost breathless from the pace of hungrily tearing into every single word.
Thank you. I’m trying to remember how to do it. The next manuscript has so much music in it and I’m trying to think how we remember people, how we piece our memories together, how we love after them. All the same themes as all the time but maybe trying to go deeper. Im scared of it. A good sign
You have it here in spades. Sometimes it's in the small things, no? When the mundane becomes embodied with a raw urgency impossible to ignore. Those are the moments that I am here for now, and that will now stay with me through the day, Ali.
Ali, again your words unceremoniously grab me until I've galloped to the end, almost breathless from the pace of hungrily tearing into every single word.
Thank you. I’m trying to remember how to do it. The next manuscript has so much music in it and I’m trying to think how we remember people, how we piece our memories together, how we love after them. All the same themes as all the time but maybe trying to go deeper. Im scared of it. A good sign