“Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy." I’d like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I’d like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever.”—— Jeffrey Eugenides (Middlesex)
Ok - here’s the story. Six of us at dinner, all grad students, discussing the first cds we owned as children and the music that dictated our junior high and high school experience. Six people. Some West Coast. Some East Coast. Some from the Deep South. Six people. All different. THIS SONG
I see it around me, I see it in everything. I could be so much more than this. I said my goodbye’s this is my sundown. I’m gonna be so much more than this. With one hand high, you’ll show them your progress.
So - I’m walking into the library today, streaming Pandora, and I get a message telling me Rilo Kiley has officially split. This only moments after a text announced that I was done/finished with the last step of a year long process.
I’m not the type of person to invest in bands. Nor am I the type of gal to invest in “signs.” But for some reason, it made today feel like the final moment.