In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
traffic outside my window sounds like waves from the Great Pacific, taking the streets with an even roar. I hear the heavy footsteps of my neighbor upstairs. his TV is on. my other neighbor listens to NPR podcasts. (in a way, Terry Gross is my neighbor) the landlord is mowing the lawn across the street. someone is practicing the flute. I play the guitar, but we don't play the same songs. but mostly I live with the headphones on. I silence my phone and wake up to the songs of birds.