sometimes things are obscured, are shady, are hard to hold on to......sometimes things are covered in dirt and rust, and are crowned by a crow. it's all the beauty of the decay....the floating fish bones, the long long shadow, the mist of pasts resurrected.
listening to now.....
"Jesus Christ, girl
What are people gonna think
When I show up to one of several funerals
I've attended for grandpa this week
Someone's got to help me dig...."
Father John Misty lyrics from....