i’m empty and aching and i don’t know why.
was it because sufjan? he began in michigan, but left us alone and for four years we coped in his absence. and then out of the blue, I look up, startled, to find him with me; counting the cars at the new jersey turnpike.
friends drift in and out of one another’s lives. they meet serendipitously along the way, travel together for a spell, and then keep moving. it shouldn’t surprise you. keep telling yourself that.
“america” captures that constant flux and displacement, the profound insights that come unexpectedly, and our attempts at finding faithful travelling companions. and yes, people do come and go. but who knows, your paths may cross again, someday. – b.
they’ve all gone
to look for America