I also spent my day listening to The Weakerthans, which made sense, as I was already feeling sad and nostalgic and The Weakerthans know that feel/always make me feel even sadder and more nostalgic.
My city’s still breathing (but barely it’s true) Through buildings gone missing like teeth The sidewalks are watching me think about you Sparkled with broken glass I’m back with scars to show Back with the streets I know Will never take me anywhere but here The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand The strangers whose faces I know We meet here for our dress-rehearsal To say, “I wanted it this way” Wait for the year to drown Spring forward, fall back down I’m trying not to wonder where you are All this time lingers, undefined Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving Memory will rust and erode into lists Of all that you gave me: A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest The best parts of lonely, duct-tape, and soldered wires New words for old desires And every birthday card I threw away I wait in 4/4 time Count yellow highway lines that you’re relying on To lead you home
“I only wish you were staring at me when I roll over because I can’t sleep at night. Or when I’m smiling because there’s snow falling outside. Or when the brakes lock and we’re clearly gonna die. I’m gonna grab your arm and scream, “I love you!” I hope you know that I’ll love you.”
“One day the dog met a girl dog. The girl dog marries the boy dog. The dog has a fever. Very soon, the dog died. The girl dog is very sad. The girl dog had a baby dog. The baby dog died. The baby dog’s name was Minecraft. The baby dog’s mother was very, very ugly. She died too. A beautiful girl dog came. The girl dog’s name was Chocolate. Because she was black. Chocolate died. She had a baby. So, her baby died. Finally the boy is very sad. He was dead. One day, another dog came, very soon this dog is dead. The boy is dead too. The boy’s family is very sad. His mother is dead. His father is sad. So he died too. His grandma has a cat. The cat’s name is Lily. At last, the cat had died. The boy’s grandfather has a boy cat. Finally, the cat and the grandfather are dead. So, the grandmother is too sad. She is dead. Ok, the story is over.”—I challenged my class of chinese students to write a story, with each student adding 2 sentences. This is an exerpt from “THE DEAD FAMILY OF DEATH EVERYONE IS DEAD.” (via nonomella)