Man I just lost that amazing picture of Ma and I. It's from the Curzon Road house. I have long, long hair and rapist glasses and I'm about 10. Ma looks like she's been crying all night. It was for something official like a ration card or something like that. It was so small (passport size but horizontal) and we both just looked so retro. I don't know why this makes me so inexplicably sad. I feel like I did something so dumb by losing it. It means so much more than losing something digital, like all of my music. I feel like I cold have looked for it at the metro station near the recharge counter. Now I'm listening to Big Star's Thirteen. It's so perfect and accurate and nostalgic for something that you never had and so simple. I've been obsessing over it for the past couple of days. I'm so hungry and I haven't slept in a week. Like actual sleep without thinking of work or how my back will hurt tomorrow and why I am waking up tired every morning and how I miss people who aren't around every day. And how once I eat the first bite of food at home I won't be hungry. Or how I'm going to be late tomorrow.
'Won't you tell your dad get off my back. Tell him what we said bout Paint it Black'
'Would you be an outlaw for my love?' (my favourite line)
'Won't you tell your dad get off my back. Tell him what we said bout Paint it Black'
'Would you be an outlaw for my love?' (my favourite line)
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