We landed here not many years ago
And it was not a pretty song that we composed.
It’s fucking freezing, but I have the window rolled down anyway and I’m looking at the water through little puffs of my own breath, lit up by the moon, lit up by the numbers on my dashboard. This car’s traveled 40,000 kilometers and now we’ve ended up here, the engine stilled at a lookout point in the darkness. I’m looking out over my dashboard, peering through trees bone-dry, stripped bare by winter. I’m looking at Maroondah Reservoir and I’m listening to “Maroondah Reservoir,” the second track on Augie March’s quietly destructive album Sunset Studies, and I’m wondering if I haven’t just become the big fucking sentimental joke I envisioned myself becoming 10 years ago. (more…)