i've been listening to modest mouse again. (gonna float on maybe would you understand?)

the days get shorter and the nights get cold
i like the autumn but this place is getting old
i pack my belongings and i head for the coast
it might not be a lot but i feel like i'm making the most...

i like songs about drifters - books about the same
they both seem to make me feel a little less insane
walked on off to another spot
i still haven't gotten anywhere that i want
did i want love? did i need to know?
why does it always feel like i'm caught in an undertow?


(modest mouse, world at large)

on my mind: minimalism (the kind that has to do with repeated notes and tiny-but-poignant motives), the scottish highlands, churches on sundays, taking a walk, pianos, computers, messes made, doors closed, new boots, a lake, text messages, transmissions, car loans, wine (in bottles and boxes), food in boxes, food in space, plans, 84th birthdays, family, empty things, full things, giving thanks without saying grace, cities, mountains and moors, and cinnamon rolls a la my aunt suz.