Anyway, try this. You get a job that you know you won't like. You work there for three months, obeying every order, smiling politely, working hard and doing the best you can.
When you hit that three month mark, you go to work early in the morn, acting out the routine as you always have done. Today, though, you stop, right in the middle of a conversation, and put your headphones on. You play "Blueberry Boat" by the Fiery Furnaces and walk out the door. Then you walk around the city, or better yet, use a bicycle, you slowpoke.
I think it would be a good way to enjoy that particular album.
When you hit that three month mark, you go to work early in the morn, acting out the routine as you always have done. Today, though, you stop, right in the middle of a conversation, and put your headphones on. You play "Blueberry Boat" by the Fiery Furnaces and walk out the door. Then you walk around the city, or better yet, use a bicycle, you slowpoke.
I think it would be a good way to enjoy that particular album.
"Though you've needed time, you've needed harsh head stride, the reeds below you as you skim across the myopia thrush your shins. A minuteman will always be a minuteman, a knot remains a knot. You were unprepared, sclerotic, for the onrush of the fits-spackled world. You were polite, when asked to defend your brother, and so you were slaughtered, deservedly."
I know who it was. I'd hoped I'd live the rest of my days and die without ever seeing him again. He and I should never have existed in the same world, let alone on the same westbound bus.