The streets of Napoli smell like frankincense. Lately when it rains I just get wet. When I connect with a piece of music I physically enter the sound like I do buildings and train cars. There are nights New York will let you think you’re the only one in it. When I leave the stage in America they tell me “good job” or “you were great.” When I leave the stage in France they say “thank you.” Reddit is the shadow side of social media. Reddit is a public diary. There are few more compelling earthen smells than Jasmine. No one talks about the extremely unpleasant sensation of removing white strips. Grocery shopping in Chinatown is a timeless, quintessential New York experience. Unconditional love is neutrality is sovereignty. There is a feeling that oft wells up in my heart that you can also hear in the right-panned lead guitar in the last minute and 30 seconds end of “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over.” It is akin to feeling nervous. Like the moon, I daily appear different. I could curl up inside the flavor of kiwi and live happily. When I’m writing I imagine my room is a life-size music box where my soul spins on axis in the center.
At least I know I can
Walk myself numb in this city
Walk myself dumb
Luck that’d I’d run into you