~ promise and the monster ~

you're playing very strange music,
can you switch to something more pop?

i heard the other day. well, guess that's who i am.

yesterday i watched yoko's father putting potatoes from his bowl to hers after a long period of silence. this simple form of the deepest love in the age of miscommunication moved me so much.
tonight i dreamt of an old laundry room and a spirit of a dead man embracing and warming.
today i woke up under a leaden sky. i smell november. we're walking through flea markets and our shelves are only getting weirder.

off to nowhere

like we needed a future