something about this just makes me feel old.
the guy who played the lover in the film without a name
Published 8.21.2006 by matt o | E-mail this post
definite fin de siècle feeling in the air, decaying end of summer, late august and cooler days. stood out on the deck with patty talking to the guy next door about this and that: sectarian violence in iraq, "just let them kill each other," he says. cars and computers, paedophilia and trampolines. his house alarm went off the other day, but the speaker faces down the hill so we all assumed it was coming from down there, aurally deceived and hotter in the sunlight than in the shade. nothing had actually happened.
looked down after the conversation had faded and he'd returned to his dying truck, oversecured home, and ignorance of foreign policy. some years ago my father sunk pinkish brickish steps into the ground that stick up just enough to mark a little path that doesn't really go anywhere and is by all accounts quite useless. i looked at that path for a few minutes and thought about that yard in the past, when the rocks seemed bigger and the fences and deck were not yet erected. there was a tree there at one point, a big one. i think we used to play around it as children. cut it down years ago. the summer resolves itself in two more weeks of anticipation and consolidation of myriad emotional highs and lows, soundtracked by last year's formidable musical selections and full of cinematic skyward glances. and all this domesticity.
i feel like 1947.
looked down after the conversation had faded and he'd returned to his dying truck, oversecured home, and ignorance of foreign policy. some years ago my father sunk pinkish brickish steps into the ground that stick up just enough to mark a little path that doesn't really go anywhere and is by all accounts quite useless. i looked at that path for a few minutes and thought about that yard in the past, when the rocks seemed bigger and the fences and deck were not yet erected. there was a tree there at one point, a big one. i think we used to play around it as children. cut it down years ago. the summer resolves itself in two more weeks of anticipation and consolidation of myriad emotional highs and lows, soundtracked by last year's formidable musical selections and full of cinematic skyward glances. and all this domesticity.
i feel like 1947.
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- a middle field state of mind
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- adventures in mediocre music writing, summer edition
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- september's not so far away
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