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15 songs from 15 writers 5 of which are only silence. 
Remind me why I keep on trying.
the bones in us grow in A minor, C. Be still. The greater 
boulders slowly fall off all our
shoulders. Hold your hand in rolling water. Hear yourself 
make sense mono.

I am David. I am David! I am Eloise, I’m jaded. We’re gonna
 need some new names,
Mabel. Tell me all your favorites. Give me some new hearts 
earthquaking. Tell me emo’s
not quite dead, or say I’ve got some indie cred or put The 
Good Life on repeat. We’ve
got a couple weeks or years. We’ve got some time to train 
our ears to 15 songs need
underwriters, interludes need arcade fires. Well arcades 
need some coins, and so do we.

Give me The National with spiders. Give me The Beatles 
unenlightened. Prize fighting
with The Velvet Teen for some new Brand New memories on 
vinyl- burning for the wax
with some quick water on our hands with dust from boulders 
from our past.

I am happy, I am sound.

I’ve got my family and my friends. I’ve got these 15 
writers, 15 songs who said we’d all
be well. I think I knew it all along.