December 11th pt. II

Don’t Think You Go There Twice

Somedays you pay slightly more attention to a Tove Lo song you’ve used too frequently as background music and are delighted by the graphic nature of a phrase, same for those Nocando songs from before he changed his name and took his entire discography off the internet. Other days, Nikola Šarčević lands a line you had forgotten was coming and you almost double over.

Revisiting well-loved books and it’s hard not to feel discouraged. You could never, in a million years, craft that fucking sentence. You almost want to track down Marcos Giralt Torrente to chop off his head and examine his brain, at the very least you’d stop being envious. You try not to think about how what you read were translations because that would only confound you more. On the one hand, you will never put out something as boring as Paris. On the other hand, you will never put out anything as beautiful as Paris.