after a long awaited listen to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, my partner in the other room builds a cd for friends, friends who are now unloading their vehicle from the ferry.

the cd is beautiful, in the finest sense of the word.
starting on a pop-sounding note: he adds cold war kids, belle and sebastian and loney, dear to the mix. it moves then, to a different sound: the cinematic orchestra, low, and radiohead.

as i hear the noise pour into the room in which i sit, i get completely desperate for a smoke.
so i pull him outside with me, the door a crack open so we can still hear the music.
we hold one another outside as we wait for our friends to arrive.
and we smoke one glorious cigarette.
it's the closest to romance we can come to, naturally.

then we return to our suite and share the deepest kiss i've had in weeks.
what a seminal way to begin a friday night.


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