You Only Live Once
I couldn’t have known it at the time, but Swans’ “Lunacy” (see last month’s column) would be the very last song I’d ever enjoy in my cozy listening room. Last times—whether with things, people, places, or, I suppose, especially with ideas—can be difficult to accept, tending to overshadow all other times, their lingering memories leading to remorse and games of “what if.”
There’s something to say for the notion of living each moment as if it’s your last. #YOLO.
But, as far as last times go, this was a good one—a great one, in fact—and I have no regrets. I’m writing these words in my new home, sitting at the round, glass table, covered in sunlight. Stringer, the jerk, is at the window, relaxed, watching cars…
