To The Men I Love

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Who is that rapping, rapping at my chamber door?

Oh it’s just the cat who bit my face while I was sleeping and now won’t ever let me rest by scratching the door.


I have been in love with this soundtrack all week. It’s meant more to me in a week of darkness and despair that I feel like I’m actually getting over some stuff and coming to terms with things.

I was listening to it on the way to work the morning Robin Williams died. There is this long tunnel that separates my part of the city and the actual CBD. As I’m Not In Love hit that echoing synth before the second verse, the train started it’s movement from the platform and just before the lyrics started, the tunnel started and everything went dark. I closed my eyes and embraced how I felt watching that first scene in Guardians and how I too was just a young kid once. Listening to music on a  Walkman. With ABBA or Eiffel 65 or a mixtape I’d made from my parents old copies of Dire Straits, SuperTramp, Pink Floyd and Michael Jackson. The world was just me in my head and it was nice and safe and home.


I live for those moments. Where my life and the world syncs up perfectly. It’s only happened a dozen or so times and I cherish each one and remember them fondly. Another time was when I saw my partner for the first time doing poetry at my University. Another was when I was naked on a balcony in Istanbul. They vary in intensity and senses. Sometimes I remember them so vividly I get dizzy or have a shiver go up my spine. It’s really nice. Memories are great. I should think about them more often. I’m always afraid they have a limited number of plays…but they don’t. That tape will keep playing…for decades, just like how I’ll remember a lot of things.I have been in love with this soundtrack all week. It’s meant more to me in a week of darkness and despair that I feel like I’m actually getting over some stuff and coming to terms with things.

I was listening to it on the way to work the morning Robin Williams died. There is this long tunnel that separates my part of the city and the actual CBD. As I’m Not In Love hit that echoing synth before the second verse, the train started it’s movement from the platform and just before the lyrics started, the tunnel started and everything went dark. I closed my eyes and embraced how I felt watching that first scene in Guardians and how I too was just a young kid once. Listening to music on a  Walkman. With ABBA or Eiffel 65 or a mixtape I’d made from my parents old copies of Dire Straits, SuperTramp, Pink Floyd and Michael Jackson. The world was just me in my head and it was nice and safe and home.


I live for those moments. Where my life and the world syncs up perfectly. It’s only happened a dozen or so times and I cherish each one and remember them fondly. Another time was when I saw my partner for the first time doing poetry at my University. Another was when I was naked on a balcony in Istanbul. They vary in intensity and senses. Sometimes I remember them so vividly I get dizzy or have a shiver go up my spine. It’s really nice. Memories are great. I should think about them more often. I’m always afraid they have a limited number of plays…but they don’t. That tape will keep playing…for decades, just like how I’ll remember a lot of things.

I have been in love with this soundtrack all week. It’s meant more to me in a week of darkness and despair that I feel like I’m actually getting over some stuff and coming to terms with things.

I was listening to it on the way to work the morning Robin Williams died. There is this long tunnel that separates my part of the city and the actual CBD. As I’m Not In Love hit that echoing synth before the second verse, the train started it’s movement from the platform and just before the lyrics started, the tunnel started and everything went dark. I closed my eyes and embraced how I felt watching that first scene in Guardians and how I too was just a young kid once. Listening to music on a  Walkman. With ABBA or Eiffel 65 or a mixtape I’d made from my parents old copies of Dire Straits, SuperTramp, Pink Floyd and Michael Jackson. The world was just me in my head and it was nice and safe and home.

I live for those moments. Where my life and the world syncs up perfectly. It’s only happened a dozen or so times and I cherish each one and remember them fondly. Another time was when I saw my partner for the first time doing poetry at my University. Another was when I was naked on a balcony in Istanbul. They vary in intensity and senses. Sometimes I remember them so vividly I get dizzy or have a shiver go up my spine. It’s really nice. Memories are great. I should think about them more often. I’m always afraid they have a limited number of plays…but they don’t. That tape will keep playing…for decades, just like how I’ll remember a lot of things.

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