I don't think that I'm bipolar. I think I'm more like bicontinental, you know, like a Seattle to Santiago. Moods are so sensitive. One bad look and I'm on a plane to the depressed Northwest, or so it seems. That's where the LCD comes in.
Months ago, Justin and I were in his Civic. He's got some big six by nines in there so everything coming across is in charge and so it was with Daft Punk is Playing at My House. I hadn't heard something so fresh in a while. So secure in what it was. I stole the files from Kyle and boarded the plane, fastened my seat belt and put my chair in the upright position.
So often I think that we see change like we see stains on shirts. We know just when it happened because we watched the whole thing. That blasted spaghetti noodle fell off of its prong right on to our shirt as we delicately attempted to put the whole thing in our mouths so that we wouldn't have to slurp in front of her parents. Forgive my run on. The whole event right before our eyes, watched as our shirt became something we didn't buy, something now totally nonreturnable. But then there are the more subtle changes, the changes that are more like the spaghetti stains that you got from cooking the sauce. The ones you don't see until you go to put the shirt back on and you ask, "Little devil, how did you get on there?" Those kinds of changes. They make as much of a difference but you didn't see the change happen, you only see the effect. The stain was right next to your collar. Life is packed with them. Looking in the mirror I see the night of Daft Punk is Playing at My House as a stain on my collar, a sneaky change. The night I got a free flights from Seattle to Santiago, all with the bottom of that blissful Ipod circle. But I didn't see it until I realized that I had been in Seattle and somehow got to Santiago. LCD is mood changing, which in turn, is life changing.
"And all the furniture is in the garage-ah."
4 years ago