https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_83KIChT_FU
2010, Upper West Side of Manhattan, winter months, January or February, maybe, a few days after the first of the month; 7pm, maybe, but the sun's already set, walking west from Central Park West and 79th street when the weather is good enough (read: not hailing) to try and take the 1 home. It's cold and my new glasses are fogging; I have tiny earbuds, but the walk feels infinite. I've been doing some kind of astro work — depending on the year, it's either abysmally easy or incredibly hard — and my brain is full of mush, and I let my body take over, trudging through the snow, usually, three, four days a week, trying to get home and fudge through my homework, full of sentimentality about the universe in general, full of thoughts of star formation or maybe train delays. This song is stuck to that time — there can be no reason.
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