The unimaginable

What is unique about the "I" hides itself exactly in what is unimaginable about a person. All we are able to imagine is what makes everyone like everyone else, what people have in common. The individual "I" is what differs from the common stock, that is, what cannot be guessed at or calculated, what must be unveiled, uncovered, conquered.

Debate Exposes Doubt

All of the parts are the same on every face
(Few variables change)
The differences pale when compared
To the similarity they share

Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all
But every night ends the same as I'm
Collapsing once more by your side

-Death Cab For Cutie

Emmy the Great

I am a big fan of Emmy the Great, and one of the things I enjoy best about her music other than her wonderful voice is her lyrics. Not only are they clever and interesting, but honest, and it's this honesty that I love. She's not afraid to tell it like it is. Here's a few examples:

"I knew you best,
back when love was just a feeling that ran out between my legs, on to the back of my dress,
on to the clothes that I was wearing" - Two Steps Forward

"Later on me and a bottle will hook up to have some fun
Then I'll call your house at twelve to let you know that I'm drunk
Say I'm sorry Mr C, I was just looking for your son
How are you, incidentally, do you know if he's out alone?
There is this book he lent to me something like seven months ago
I'm gonna burn it in the street be so kind as let him know
that I'm dealing with this badly
and could he please get back to me?"   -Canopies and Drapes

"I thought romance was pretty,
But then you went and spoiled it,
Everytime that I think of you,
Have to go to the toilet.
Can't tell if this is love
Or a stomach disorder." - The Hypnotist's Son

"I sat with Dan and drank some beer
We hadn't spoken since last year
I took his hand, led him upstairs
Silently drew his body near.
I couldn't see, missed you so much
Missed you so much, I had to fuck,
Between your sheets, all charred with grief
The pillows tainted with your dreams"  - Edward is Deadward

See what I mean? Brilliant.

If I could just do one near perfect thing I'd be happy

I took a book and went into the forest
I climbed the hill
I wanted to look down on you
But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness
so I went home.

Belle and Sebastian, If She Wants Me

Going to Scotland...

The cold came on with a new found intensity
and you pressed your warm body against me
and i loved you so much it was making me sick

and we watched the sun go down on scotland
we were glad that we'd left oklahoma behind
i took your hips in my hands and i threw you down
to the new found rich brown deep wet ground

had a vision of you burning on my mind

The Mountain Goats

The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway...

Is that it's you. And that you're standing in the doorway.

(Going to Georgia - The Mountain Goats)

Thank God for creating our incompetent memories

If it weren’t for fading memories over time, the intensity of our strongest feelings would never fade. For as long as one can truly remember the intensity of any feeling, one must truly feel it, experience it anew in its raw reality.

Memories of feelings are just shadows and impressions.

Thank God for the inefficiency of human memory.

I started a blog

"The irresistible proliferation of graphomania shows me that everyone without exception bears a potential writer within him, so that the entire human species has good reason to go down into the streets and shout: we are all writers! For everyone is pained by the thought of disappearing, unheard and unseen, into an indifferent universe, and because of that everyone wants, while there is still time, to turn himself into a universe of words. One morning (and it will be soon), when everyone wakes up as a writer, the age of universal deafness and incomprehension will have arrived." - Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting