Not sure how terrifying moments in October lead to me dreaming of you most nights… thinking of you most days… maybe it’s the knowing I’ll never have you… or maybe everything about you is as profound as I think it is… I hope one of these leak through to you… I want to say hi but I’m always afraid to wave at the wrong car. —Bad Luck in Technicolor
This article appears in Mar 22-28, 2012.