ugh, if i was anywhere close to being in a relationship this would surely be the brilliant soundtrack to the cinematic storied climax of months spent tortured by distance and regret. there would be lots of scrim and vaseline covered lenses, champagne in buckets and 360 degree pan shots of hands caressing faces everytime he sang “this is how we move”. as the song fades we’d both look towards the camera, like elaine and benjamin on the bus at the end of the graduate. what will become of them, they’d all ask. a month later the pictures would start to surface; vacuous portraits, the lot of them: awash in the soft oranges of sunset while french inhaling spliffs, her sitting half naked on their disheveled bed in a revealing black and white, the green and brown of last night’s empties scattered about their feet in abstract perfection, and then a strange third party in the background disrupting the harmonious balance of squaresville. it would all crash and burn shortly after. the parents would find out by text. they’d shake their heads, speaking if only to fill the silence: they’re kids, we did our best. and somewhere, out there, a poem…and possibly robin hannibal remixing when saints go machine again! holy shit, how fantasic would that be!? i mean seriously, two of my most fave things for the past two years! god, i love this guy (me)…