—Landslide except while driving in the desert
Landslide by Fleetwood Mac except it’s playing through your car’s old radio cassette player as you drive alone through the desert at night. As far as you can tell, the nearest human life has got to be wherever that distant thunder is rolling in.
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This brought me instant peace.
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the 1800s was just full of dudes strung out on medicinal cocaine and holistic heroin treatments going out into the world doing nonsense because they declared they were an expert in the field
Wale and Fulton over here were absolutely just so drunk off the ether that they laid down in the middle of the marksmanship contest and thought ‘well, fuck it, this is probably something’
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I look for omens everywhere, because they are everywhere
to be found. They come to me like strays, like the damaged,
something that could know better, and should, therefore—but does not:
a form of faith, you’ve said. I call it sacrifice—an instinct for it, or a habit at first,
that
becomes required, the way art can become, eventually, all we have
of what was true.— Carl Phillips, from “Custom,” The Rest of Love
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