Two years later and...shit. This doesn’t get easier.
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.”
“Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything”
I haven’t been super active here lately, and this is why! The rain stopped half an hour before our ceremony and left this super cool fog over everything. The pictures are amazing. It was such a perfect day and I couldn’t be happier.
This is a song about the rear view mirror, which is a weird place to hang out, because the ones in your car, like, you drive, and the things in it get smaller and then it’s gone, right, but then there’s the other internal rear view mirror where the shapes grow bigger according to their own sort of calculus that you can’t really figure out. But you sort of have to have faith that eventually you’ll be far enough down the road that the thing that was there constantly for most of the drive will recede and recede and become invisible.
John Darnielle, introducing Never Quite Free (The Fillmore, 06/01/2015)