as tall as lions - you can't take it with you

the memory that this albums bring to mind is of doing stats alone in the study lounge at the national library sharing a table with seven foreign students, letting my stream of conscious thoughts dissolve in the rhythms and figures, not thinking about anything else. especially not what mattered. (at that time, you were everything that mattered to me.) when sleepyhead (where i am's nowhere it seems when thoughts of you get a hold of me) comes on i take special care to hold my mind, sometimes (and then was one of those times) i feel like every inch of it is filled with compressed tears. on the brink of bursting. so i take special care.

resignation. i listen to this and it now registers as something from the past.