You were right when you said all we are is dust in the wind

Tonight The Stills are the best band in the world. The only thing that'll work. Sleep would kill this melancholy but I can't sleep for the blues themselves. It's a terrible place to get stuck.

Too many people too much too fast too soon--

and also honestly right now I hate the fact that I'm ever going back to work at the grocery store again, and hate myself a little bit for telling myself I hate it so often and never doing anything else.

I feel like Patrick circa late '90s, all angst, all frustration, all awkward, only with better music.

This album is sad-eyed and wondrous and my brain requested it specifically hours ago. I've got to get out tonight.