something about what happens

does this make sense? does it matter anyway?

(not my favorite version of the song, but, hey, it's lucinda williams so it's still amazing.)

quick life update and then more later: new jobs and shorter hair and packages from best friends who are scattered across the world and who i want someday to all live on the same piece of land somewhere in maine or montana or spain or morocco or new mexico or or or. some disconcerting doctor's visits but it all seems to be alright and we don't let it stop us from dancing, slowly, under street lamps when the world is hot and quiet.

i just stood and looked at the open space (another all time favorite from lucinda)