I don’t understand people who are so completely obsessed with the “new.” new new new. I don’t care if it’s new. I don’t care if it’s entirely original. I care if I enjoy it. I care if I can get something out of it. that’s not to say i’m some sort of ahistorical amnesiac, but history/life repeats and it’s worth representing, representing until we completely understand it and have the ability move along… or at least i think so.
saving and storing away tickets, photographs, stubs, coins, thoughts, memories like ammunition for a war foreshadowed by how happy you’ve been. “this can’t last forever,” surely everyone knows that. no sign of rust yet but it all rusts and steel wool can’t solve all your problems. the wind blows hard enough and even the strongest tree loses a branch or two. liberation via passion and remembrance; a war worth dying for. look at all those scars and calluses, you won’t make the same mistakes twice will you? remember the good times! these opaque monsters can’t navigate the storm inside you, no matter how hard they try.
slow down. there’s a serene comfort now, the storm will be one worth enduring, but for now… take it easy.