I am keeping the blinds
Do you ever feel like it’s all been said before, said better than you could possibly say it, and said in a way you can’t even start to say it? That’s how I feel sometimes when I listen to music. The primordial elements make me feel like I should have taught myself how to play the clarinet.
I can’t bear to read a biography before knowing whether the person is alive or not. If they’ve passed away, I need to know how it happened. Dying is the one of the only things that you can’t try first to see what all of the hype is about. I wish I could.
I’m not sure why I’ve been negotiating with you lately.