Today on the subway, I pulled a hair off of my friend’s coat, and when I flicked it away it ended up landing on the lady’s coat beside me. The lady then got mad and proceeded to tell me she didn’t want the hair, then took the hair and put it on my coat.
“The two of them break from cards one night and walk with Lina for hours along a dry riverbed. They clamber to higher ground, where it is even darker, there’s hardly a moon, and Coop feels barely attached to the earth. Lina comes alongside him, and her hand takes his so their fingers entwine. For Coop, who has been solitary so long, it is full of intimacy, a secret gesture. She turns in the darkness, looks at his profile, and says, ‘Oh, it’s you,’ and moves out of reach. ‘I’m sorry, it was a mistake,’ he hears her say, as she goes farther away from him.”—from Divisadero, Michael Ondaatje
This song for me is flying over the ocean really late at night and landing in Geneva and not knowing what time it was and I wrapped myself up in tracksuit jackets for the kids at hockey camp that I took out of our suitcases because it was so cold and we drove up the mountain in the pouring rain and stopped for coffee at this lodge and my eyes were foggy foggy foggy and the mountain was covered in grey mist.