Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – Round And Round
When it knocks in the dead of the night, I will be ready.
You see, I do imagine that one day it will all click. The thing we all must do – the something to live for – will come to us in the sneak or the rush. As a dream, in a mismatch of the written word that reshapes to suit, in song, in love, in war. I have to believe it’ll meet me one day, because what a waste it would be to not find it. And maybe I’ll eventually fail at whatever it might be, but I’m ready for that or at least readying myself for the threat of such an outcome. And in the strangest of places the search reignites; next door aeroplane neighbours, the offering of dry crackers, and the trust that you’ve met one of the rare, one of the good ones, the one who has already found the thing that they must. But for now, sleep. [Tenderly pink.]
You’ll find it, Dan. Hope you savored the rest of those magical crackers.
Rita, I haven’t seen this until now. I knew you weren’t the kind to write the note and then dismiss it. And savoured them I surely did. They were immense. I’ve eaten like royalty since and nothing close to those crackers. Be well.
Didn’t realize you could comment back, so I just saw your answer. I love the site. I check it out periodically and it always refreshes my spirit. Be well yourself and have a safe trip home. You have me now dreaming of new Irish potatoes fresh out of the ground. The look of pure bliss on your face …few things in this world inspire like that. When we find them, they must be treasured.