The Travels and Rants Journal

In my dream, there’s an imaginary song playing on my iPod. It’s not a real song - I know it’s imaginary somehow, but I can almost hear it. Someone like Nick Cave is singing, there’s a cello following along beside the slow melody, and somewhere there’s a big-ass Hammond organ groaning painfully in the background.

It’s a song about realizing, years after the fact, that you were in love with someone who you never knew at the time that you were in love with.

It’s all imaginary. And yet I can still almost hear it.