Beady and I found something beautiful today. She has four white paws, and an amazingly fine coat of coal-black fur. I want to adopt her! I hope when I go back to find her, she will still be there. Well, most things don't stay in the same place for long. And certainly, good things do not stay alone for long. Wait for me, my dearest cat!
In the meantime,
"You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Am I losing my cool, overstating my case? Well, baby, what can I say? You know I never claimed that I was a stone. And you love a stone. You love white veins, you love hard grey, the heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape, the earthiest smell, the hollowest tone - you love a stone. You love a stone, because it’s dark, and it’s old, and if it could start being alive you’d stop living alone."
Okkervil River, A Stone, Black Sheep Boy Labels: photo
