im a background character to all these strangers lives. they have all their own joys and sadness and fears and traumas and families and friends and realities—and i’m just here, a passing character that they will forget in moments
i’m always scared to be like “omg weren’t we in that writing class together two years ago??” because what if they have no recollection and then i look crazy but other people have done that to me twice this week and i didn’t think they were crazy either time, it just made me really happy they remembered
Like walking through a park and looking at the trees, someone saying a joke, a hallway I feel familiar in. Very boring scenes that somehow end up becoming real some days or months down the line and I have a dejavu and ‘aha!’ moment. my mother and sister also get it. very strange, has only come in handy a couple of times
on the last big tour ogbert did back in june we all got really into ‘steve mcqueen’ followed by the rest of the prefab sprout discography. we kept saying it was as if the smiths got laid. this one specifically sounds like that.
