I wish we could take every path.
I could spend a hundred years adoring you.
Yes, I wish we could take every path,
Because I hated to close the door on you.
Joanna Newsom | Baby Birch
“I used to read ‘Word Up’ magazine”
I was eating lunch when a server came over and told me there was a table of people that said they knew me. I decided to get up and say hello, but when I turned the corner I was taken aback. Sitting there—lining a circular table—were all my exes (minor and significant). All of them with their shaggy brown hair and beards (they didn’t look like themselves, but in my mind I knew all of them so intimately). Their eyes were fixed in my direction. I felt happy and sad, anxious and excited; it was the most hypocritical mix of emotions I’ve ever felt. I went up to one of them, cupped his face in my hands, and stared deep into his eyes. I suppose I was trying to find something—anything—but there was just emptiness; a metaphor for that relationship I’m guessing.
It’s the oddest thing…dreams.
