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This song the ephemeral song of my personal summer.

Which I first heard going to the airport, then it in that dressing room in Prague, and then again as it followed me round and round Berlin. It came from the speakers of the German teens at the Berlin airport and when we arrived in Vienna I took it for my own. I listened over and over and over on the train back to Prague, a battered copy of The Time Traveler’s Wife clutched in my clammy palms, musing on mortality and love and the name DeTamble and Germany, endlessly…

…And since I’ve been home I’ve heard it again and again, taking the freeway to LA and back, volume high and spirits high too. I heard it in the car saying goodbye to my best friends as we went our separate ways. And now it’s here, swaddled in the dying breath of summer.

Mein zukunftiger Mann wird diesen Song ahneln.

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I Was Born to Live Without You But I’m Never Going To Understand

Languid locking phrases fill my head, of course, now of all times, when there’s nothing left to say.

What does “over” mean anyway? It seemed over before, but it wasn’t. Some experts say that time is cyclical, or time is all at once, in which case it must must must be possible to re-visit the time in stage wings that now lurk deep in the feathers of my wounded body. Just one more time. Just for the kiss that was un-cluttered by savagery and broken pines, one last time.

But the hell of it is, the only way to achieve the innocence of early love is to move forward beyond this rupturing pain to green pastures under a different surname.

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People tell me I look mournful. They say, “Cheer up, Dan, it’s not that bad!” Sometimes I just look into space, which freaks people out. If I was ever required to do anything other than look haunted, I could. I’m a happy person.
People tell me I look mournful. They say, “Cheer up, Dan, it’s not that bad!” Sometimes I just look into space, which freaks people out. If I was ever required to do anything other than look haunted, I could. I’m a happy person.

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"Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior’s world."

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Blind

Summer of blindess; of rawness.

Where emotions are high but I blink them away. They come back in your faded form. And I’m stuck closing the door on our once vibrant statues, locking them in oblivion: huddled in a beautiful embrace.

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