mumbling indistinctly about things no one cares about? now that’s extremely my shit
Melbourne in the 1970s (source: my dad)
Hardly a day passes I don’t think of him
in the asylum: younger
thank I am now, trudging the long road down
through madness toward death.
Everywhere in this world his music
explodes out of itself, as he
could not. And now I understand
something so frightening, and wonderful -
how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing
through crossroads, sticking
like lint to the familiar.
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
every now and my cat does something very human like and i get very nervous and ask him “are you a person trapped in a cat’s body. or did you choose this body” very seriously to see if this time he will communicate with me and he always kinda looks to the side and then does what i imagine to be a person doing a bad impression of a cat and it makes me so nervous cuz i do way too much weird shit around my cat for him to actually be a dude pretending to be a cat