Just some lyrics from Mason today. They really resonated with me. Hope for the future in the first verse, bewilderment that the world is still turning in the second.
"Somewhere in our everafter telephones still ring
Somewhere in future journals, love still means something
I have learned a mighty lesson from this change of plans
Loss is brutal, I can't stand it, I wonder how you can
And all the while there's dogs a-barking
Streets are talking out my window
Out the light and the snow is flaking, hearts are breaking
Words are making a mess out of these
Thoughts I'm thinking, boats keep sinking
It's drown or keep drinking
And if this darkness came from light
Then light can come from darkness I guess
If this darkness came from light
Then light can come from darkness I guess..."
-Mason Jennings's Drinking as Religion
I can't wait for the day our telephone rings.