Every so damn often I make the resolution to write. I say I'm going to come back to this page and put things down publicly...and I never really do.
See, follow through is a tough order for me. Also, typing...hmmm...I'm not damn good at it.
I am phenomenal with ellipses.
I remember this song. It was based on a book, Love in the Time of Cholera, I think, or maybe One Hundred Years of Solitude. I can't remember. I do remember every word to the song and it was laughable. It was this analogy that I once heard Garrison Keillor make fun of. He talked about how all the songs were about rivers and that life was a river and time was a river...Either way in this song Time was like a river...but in the end - and you do reach the end - you turn the boat around.
Maybe. Timshel. Maybe Timshel.
Still, I've waited a long time and the memory that comes back to me with the song is one where I met the song writer at Mike's first wedding. I went with a group of people I never see anymore. some of them aren't married anymore, either. I wasn't married. I had forgotten my belt. Ah, the shit you recall. Drinking at a Mennonite wedding. With people I some times miss. Woodsy was lost to me by then, Schumi was always a mystery. Justin impregnable. Santoro insane. I blew it all. Almost everyone of those relationships from Chad to Sarah is gone. And we shared a room because I never had any money.
Long time gone. Long time.
Posted by Kevin Trudo at 12:20 AM