1/4/12

Headed for the Door

Dear Sarah,

I heard that you’ve turned into a goth, and I think that’s great, if that’s what makes you
happy. I have an old pair of black boots with silver buckles that I don’t wear anymore,
and you can have them if you want them. Also, I wanted to ask: What, if anything, is
fluttering in your heart? I wanted to ask if it has to be a black crow or a vampire bat...
or if maybe instead it could be a kite that has broken loose from the string that you were
holding—or the string that we were holding—sometime when we were teenagers, or
maybe in our early twenties? Could it be a kite which is now rolling over and over on
itself in the sky like an unborn baby, and slowly shrinking into a dot, and then a spec
of black, and then something we’re not even sure we’re watching, but then, for sure,
absolutely nothing at all? Get back to me about this when you have a chance. I hope
you’re doing well.
xo
s

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I'm about to go all Fantasmenios here...
... αλλά θα συγκρατηθώ. Κάνω ρυτίδες όταν ενθουσιάζομαι. Οι στίχοι, για τους αδαείς, είναι από "Headed for the Door" των Moonface, που είναι βασικά ο Spencer Krug των κάποτε αγαπημένων μου Wolf Parade. Πάω να παραδοθώ στις ανατριχίλες μου τώρα... Να, πάρε μια ωραία εικονίτσα:

1 σχόλιο:

  1. Ξέρεις, το πρωί του Σαββάτου, όπως παλιά πηγαίναμε στα δισκάδικα (κάποιοι πάνε ακόμη, το ξέρω, καλά κάνουν), παίρνω σβάρνα τα ιστολογία, μουσικά και περίπου μουσικά, και ακούω μουσικές. Πολύ γαμάτο αυτό το Μουνφέης. Ήθελα να το πω.

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