Can I feel you? Are you
mythological?
Figures pass so quickly
that I realize my
eyes know very well
it’s impossible to see
who I’m waiting for in
my raincoat
Julia Holter, Feel you (2015)
digression
Why could I not live and end my days thus? Just disposer of our joys and sorrows, cried I, why could not a man sit down in the lap of content here — and dance, and sing, and say his prayers? (Lawrence Sterne)
