“Grab hold of your bootstraps and pull like hell.” – Andrew Bird, Armchairs
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Last week I disappeared into a spotty galaxy of literary brains and interviews and sort of spun out so I couldn’t write anything myself. I was just coming up for wine air when I decided to start Googling Andrew Bird lyrics…
I dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our chairs / And I was a cartographer of the tangles in your hair.
It doesn’t get much more beautiful than that.