I can't believe a year ago there were still live and radio performances. There were still other people. The world was a different one, a bigger one. I remember the day this picture was taken - I spent the entire show squeezed together in a very tiny room with the presenter, a country singer from Texas and her guitarist. There were even hugs. Okay, now that I've had my 5 nostalgic minutes, it's time to return to the present and do solitary February-18-2021 things.
Working on my website feels like running through a grassy summer meadow, compared with being stuck in a tiny, crowded social media skyscraper apartment. It's a slow process, though.
As a teen I used to measure time in songs.("I'll call you in 5 songs.") I do again now. Last year was only 2 songs ago. The time a song covers got longer, I disappear more fully. After all, what else is there now that seems real? I live from song to song, anchored, content with my solitude, and yet connected to the world by the act of sharing it.