Memories and Irony

I’m working on a new blog post, etc. etc. blah blah.

While sending work emails for the work that pays the rent.

And looking out the window.

Always looking out the window.

And then I came across this song.

It was one of my favorites when I was a teenager.

This entire album actually.

Albums. Before they were in bins at warehouse fairs.

I had the one with the embossing. That may mean something to someone.

It’s still in a box, I think. In my ex’s attic. Unless it’s been ruined by wild mice and wilder storms. I miss it.

It’s funny how lyrics grow and expand with our lives.

Happy Sunday.

And then, there’s this.

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