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I guess I regressed.
Back to us driving around Austin, and the joy and hush before a new song from "Remain in Light" debuted on our favorite
I guess I regressed.
Back to us driving around Austin, and the joy and hush before a new song from "Remain in Light" debuted on our favorite
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I guess I regressed.
Back to us driving around Austin, and the joy and hush before a new song from "Remain in Light" debuted on our favorite radio station.
Back to me playing mad scientist alone in my bedroom to pass quiet afternoons until you returned from a mysterious place called “The Road.”
I guess it was easier to imagine that you were still out there somewhere. Preparing a performance. That you would call when you could. That you could call and you would.
To remain in light, I made up a new game every day, listened for subtle changes in sound. Sometimes I played the same melodies again and again the way a little kid zones out and sings naive nonsense over and over. I let myself play. I lost the empty hours that way.
Memories stack onto each other in thin layers. I can see through those on top to those below. Until the thin layers grow too thick. A few deep down shine up, shine through. Strangely ordinary. But from now on, nothing new.
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I guess I regressed.
Back to us driving around Austin, and the joy and hush before a new song from "Remain in Light" debuted on our favorite radio station.
Back to me playing mad scientist alone in my bedroom to pass quiet afternoons until you returned from a mysterious place called “The Road.”
I guess it was easier to imagine that you were still out there somewhere. Preparing a performance. That you would call when you could. That you could call and you would.
To remain in light, I made up a new game every day, listened for subtle changes in sound. Sometimes I played the same melodies again and again the way a little kid zones out and sings naive nonsense over and over. I let myself play. I lost the empty hours that way.
Memories stack onto each other in thin layers. I can see through those on top to those below. Until the thin layers grow too thick. A few deep down shine up, shine through. Strangely ordinary. But from now on, nothing new.
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Celeste 3:350:00/3:35
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Cobalt 3:570:00/3:57
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Ultramarine 4:020:00/4:02
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Midnight 0:580:00/0:58
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True 1:580:00/1:58
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Sapphire 5:090:00/5:09
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Non-Photo 1:350:00/1:35
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Lagoon 4:400:00/4:40
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Cornflower 4:240:00/4:24
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Denim 1:110:00/1:11
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Nebula 2:370:00/2:37
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Yinmn 4:290:00/4:29
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Cerulean 1:400:00/1:40
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Capri 4:070:00/4:07