Saturday, October 8, 2016

City of Sound

Third night in a row coming home late from radiation, but no matter how late I get in, the moon seems further to the left, to the east, from where it rose, as if it's still early.

I flip through song after song on my phone: country, noise, electronic, punk, but they all sound drearily familiar. I know within the first few moments what the song sounds like, what it's about, and I'm tired of it.

I take out my headphones, bringing back the traffic, the wind, the footsteps around me, my own breathing, like the lights in a theater being brought up.
One year ago today: Smile
Two years ago today: Morning - Two (Listen)
Three years ago today: Simplification

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