the thing about right now, about Lately, is that it’s not very interesting. i don’t know what else to tell you except i’m starting to think that’s the way it’s supposed to be. this is the part in the book you skip to get to the part where it starts to get good again.
there is a mess around my desk. there is an even bigger mess in my head. in my dreams, they arrange themselves into little vignettes that feel so real that when i wake up i am shuddering and swooning and sighing. one morning, i woke up to my own voice.
i was scared.
tonight, i saw i am trying to break your heart, the documentary about wilco. i had seven seats to myself and i sat behind a short girl. even the woman behind me who, during the trailers, had posed a threat of talking too much kept quiet the entire movie.
everything about the film and the songs resonated in me and pretty soon i couldn’t stop tapping my toes and bobbing my head. i looked around the theater but every head aside from mine was perfectly still and i just didn’t get it. why was nobody else dancing?