Living behind the tape delay

I’ve been unpacking the personal history stuff that’s filled up my living room since October. I break it down by person and then file it away. This included keys to two different girlfriend’s places. Both have since moved at least twice.

I guess they aren’t really “keys” anymore, just key shaped pieces of metal that don’t do anything. What is a key that doesn’t unlock anything?

With all the stuff I’ve saved from people over the years the things that have thrown me for the biggest loop today are a couple of notes and cards from Leia. Reading them now they come across as sincerely loving and heart warming. I wish I could have recognized them as such back then. I read them today, practically for the first time, and was genuinely touched. Just two years to late.

I was, and still am, stingy with my affection. I tend to lavish it on either people that aren’t around or nature and the arts. It’s as though my life would be too harsh in real-time so I experience it with a nice safe, tape delay. Listening: Two World’s Collide - Inspiral Carpets