and right now it all kind of explodes and i am crying. between politics, plot planning, magic in the changing of seasons and fall music, modest mouse talking shit about a pretty sunset and now i said you can't make everyone happy he said you'd at least like to make yourself happy though i'm not sure who i am but i know where i've been words of friends who are old friends and friends who aren't the friends they were or the friends they ought to be.

sometimes it all gets a little overwhelming and this soundtrack
is beautiful

this album? this modest mouse album? my memories of it are from my apartment, from my trips to north florida to visit my brother, in the rain, every time

this soundtrack that elevates these moments are like the naked all natural protein zone juice smoothie, with a texture that used to throw me off and now i seek it out

because when do we ever know who we are except for who we've been. the past is the only thing that has been, the now is always transient and the future is ���� ineffable fluid