Everything reminds me.
That Elliot Smith had his shit together. I mean, he didn’t; but he totally had the songwriting thing down. It almost doesn’t matter which record of his you decide to play, because immediately—when you listen closely—you’ll be taken to a specific place in your memory, when everyone felt unimportant or everything inside of you feels incapable.
I think the fact that I don’t feel this right now is because of two things: one, I’m working (really) and I have to focus on my work; and two, I just ate a massive half pound burger and I’m too full to think about anything besides my stomach.
3 years ago