Sunday, December 21st, 2008

The Heart Remains A Child

It’s sometime after 4 in the morning. My girlfriend is in the bedroom asleep; I’ve been in the office working for the past 6 hours trying to transfer an old blog from Typepad.

From outside the window, the sounds of a helicopter chopping through the night sky. This is definitely a noisier part of town compared to my old place; touches of college and the old place I had at Hollywood and La Brea.

I’ve been listening to Walking Wounded, by Everything But The Girl. An ex-girlfriend (more of an ex-lover, if I were to be honest — I wasn’t really engaging in any boyfriending at the time) gave me the CD when we were doing whatever it was you would call what we were doing, along with Jeff Buckley’s Grace. She’d said the two CDs explained how she felt about our relationship.

I’d never listened to the Everything But The Girl record until tonight. Not that it would have made a difference; I don’t think I would have been unable to understand her point back then, anyway.

I understand it now.

Very late at night — or very early in the morning — are lousy times for regret or recollection.

Best to turn in.