sad
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riding home on the subway tonight, the stars appeared late, as if delayed — each with that familiar look. you know, the look, like they’d been caught in traffic, rushing to the sky, just in time for me to glance up from my book. and in that instant, I remembered every happiness I had ever…
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I don’t know why other people make songs. I just want to show you how my life feels. here are my first 11. I recorded all of them in my room at home last year. this is the order in which I imagined the songs would be heard. I hope you will click through some…
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yesterday I swapped the everyday for staying at home, to hum and strum, and make music without being noticed. a day by myself, to do only what I love to do the most. I didn’t feel lonely, or miss anyone, or wish I was somewhere I was not. some might find that sad. but why is allowing myself,…
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leaving a lover, leaving a party, anything you leave, saying good-bye any time, has an ending. with a song, it’s hard to know when. because it’s a small invention. with no conclusions. when I write a song, I’m not theorizing anything. nothing comes together at the end, except the end and the beginning. a return to something as it…
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