Lately it’s been hard for me to take anything seriously.
I don’t know what to base my decisions on, how to act right now or at all, [or] anything required to feel an emotion that isn’t ‘i don’t like this feeling at all.’
I remember certain things but I can’t remember certain things.
I feel this as a distinct sensation of loss. The days that we live - they mean nothing at all. I can’t understand how I can’t understand how to make up my mind, 'cause it's too fast
Everything that I think is in terms of other things that I think.
Everything is equally arbitrary as the other things that I think, in terms of the arbitrary thing I thought initially.
Track Name: Autotroph
Make me an autotroph - something that can exist alone. I know, I know, it’s not possible, but i like to pretend it so.
Make me small. Something that can’t be seen without a microscope, or not at all. Take my body, take my brain. I never want to see those things again.
We have our illusions, we have our lies. We have our illusive virtues, we have our vice. We have our time. We have our lives.
Quiet and passive, I want to live but not exist.
Track Name: Streetlamps
I feel so lucky today - the wind in my face as we’re driving away from this place.
I feel so awesome right now - I don't care.
Around everything is a glowing white warmth. I don’t know what I mean but I know I feel good.
We’re not saying anything. Our hands in our pockets, we’re walking downtown.
I feel like I can’t speak but can’t care at all. The streetlamps go on for so long.
The same streetlamps go on for so long.
Track Name: September 26, 2010, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
The drive to Pennsylvania - autumn air, leaves yellow and orange. Me filming the scenery out the window. September weather, warm.
The way you look when you’re driving.
Pulled off at a rest stop, bought a big slice of pizza, straying from my recently-relaxed-due-to-confusion-and-cravings vegan diet. You photographed me as I walked near a cop car - the back of my body, slim.
The things we do that make us feel like who we are is who we are, and not who we’ve been - the drive in.
The bridges in Pittsburgh intertwined. The British accent that we laughed at - GPS system in my car. We wonder what will happen when we get there - we don’t know. Something understood between us: it doesn’t matter anyhow.
I told you I thought that the weather was wonderful. You said "Yeah."
You said you couldn’t hold my hand while you were driving, but you would hold it when we get there.
Track Name: Inorganic Carbohydrates
I want to sleep in until noon with you. We can drink our coffee slowly,
no need to hurry.
No need to eat inorganic carbohydrates anymore.
I want to drive for miles with you by my side. Doesn’t matter where we’re going as long as we’re going.
Track Name: Less Than Zero
Two bags in your hand. You know.
Start the car, hit the highway. You know.
Drive fast, never slowly, 'cause if we slow down, who knows?
Track Name: 63: Dream Palace
Brother, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to tell you. Mother died, just last night.
I wanted her to die, of course I did, but I didn’t want her to die.
I’ll sleep the days, you’ll sleep the nights.
No one’s coming for us – we were lied to. And I can’t face you when you look like you do, so I lie too.