lovely life

While my Robert Kennedy paper dwindles in the back of my desktop, I am left to my own devices and scouring the internet for something to listen to, considering my iTunes library is on my other computer and I have nothing. Like an old friend I can always count on, I stumble over to Daytrotter and find the Bon Iver sessions.



Being in love with this album since December, I decided to give his sessions a go. And as always, read the always pleasant article that goes along with every Daytrotter session.

I highly suggest you check out his album if you haven't already. It's playing in Starbucks sometimes when I'm at work so I'm pretty sure a good majority of you have been able to give it a listen. It is heartbreaking and incredible and makes every solo drive I take at night a little more comforting. The Daytrotter sessions are kind of even more amazing.. if you can wrap your head around that.

And just because I am a person who appreciates amazing writing and individuals who can capture moments and feelings with the perfect words..

"Enough has been made out of the cool side of the pillow. Enough with it. It’s just an unused side, nothing more and nothing less. A pillow with potential. It’s just lying there, naked by the headboard. Plenty has been made about the empty warmth of the bed too. The side of the bed, previously occupied, just recently deserted for a different bed. It’s never meant a better bed, necessarily, just a different one, one with different sheets and blankets, different pillows for sure and without question, a different person to share it with. Plenty has been made out of how that warm, oblong shape of space that we can run our hands over and get burnt by the touch is like an obscenity to behold, to have to behold. There’s no way around it. It’s not the same as the warm spot that gets left in the mornings, when the alarm clocks beckon our better half away to an appointment or a job. This is the permanent kind of heat loss. It’s there and then it’s gone like a vapor, the scent of those limp, resting limbs and necks still reeks like betrayal and love, more love, no – more betrayal."