- that solo's awful long, but it's a good refrain -

...right now, this song just about says it all. Am I amused it takes place in a school? A little.




Living. Breathing. Finished two books in two weeks - more than I've read in the past two months somehow, and that's embarrassing. House of Leaves was alternately solid and scary - a pain to read with all the turning of the book (seriously) that you have to do sometimes, but tragic and twisted and ultimately well-written. Wow. Comparatively, Murakami's South of the Border, West of the Sun was a breeze, but I'm going to re-read it because there's a lot beneath its surface.

...coming from Canada, it's a strange thing to read about places you know - when the character talks about pursuing a mysterious woman through Aoyama, I know the streets he's talking about. When he mentions Hakone, I wonder if my upcoming school trip will take me under similar trees. It makes me wonder how people feel who have grown up in cities that are heavily chronicled - London, Tokyo, oh, poor Paris...

On one hand I envy that their cities and their histories are so well-told and twisted around into a million different inadvertent autobiographies. On the other, it gives me hope that maybe I can find one of my own for where I first called home.