fresh.

i'm selling my couch. and my coffee table. and it's kind of strange. kind of. because i only bought them two years ago. but they never really felt like mine. not like the purple couch did. or like the grey one does. and even though i didn't buy the grey one. it probably has my butt print by now.

but not the one i'm selling. it's been hardly used. it just never felt like home i guess.

so i'm selling it. and i'm looking for newness like conversation sets for a screened in porch. and an outdoor dining set. and it'd also be cool to find a good deal on a rug or two.

so as i browse, the internet and craigslist and wherever, i'm listening to "the only moments we were alone." by explosions in the sky. and it's amazing. really. have you heard it? wow. you should. it's so raw and powerful and it doesn't even have lyrics. and i'm a sucker for lyrics. i'll pour over them for hours. i'll pick each word up and turn it around. looking under it. and behind it. and flipping it sideways to examine the vowels and the possible inflection and then, when i'm done, i'll feel somehow torn apart. because the power of words. of letters pushed together to form phrases and clauses and a run on sentence or two....is endless.