it's good to know that no matter how depressed, bitter, cynical, and sarcastic i can be, i can talk about it with preston and realize he's basically on the same level.
"The Six Strings" - federico garcia lorca The guitar makes dreams cry. The crying of lost souls escapes from its round mouth. And like the tarantula it weaves a huge star to catch sighs that float on its black wooden tank.
(trans. Donald Hall who just spoke at umcp and i didn't go cuz im dumb)