be here now

He pointed out a few things here and there, white light shining off his bald head, but mostly, he said nothing, and mostly, I pretended to be interested in walls while watching him move, look, change, turn.

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Songs She Wrote

She looked desperate to me sometimes, like she almost wanted to throw herself in that machine, to end whatever strange thing was happening to her.

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Trying to Remember

I can feel us flying up roads where even Taco Bell signs were plated in gold, and I can also recall strange leaves – – gold, copper and gray, like jewelry mixed with ash — littering the ground everywhere. 

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