A request from a friend:
“…a song that expresses love and longing and whatnot?”
Provide a list: Bahamas, Dawes, Wilco, Owen, Red House Painters…
“You’re a reservoir of pain.” A catalogue of songs and no one to play them for.
When I finish my classes, then I can start writing. When I finish writing, then I can publish. When I finish a publication, then I can work on my CV. When I finish my CV, then I can go on the job market. When I go on the job market, then I can get a job. When I get a job, then I can slowly pay my debts. Once my debts are paid, then I can meet someone.
But not yet. I’m not ready right now.
I’m never ready right now.