”..and when he arrived, in the present, it would seem like it had been a single movement that brought her there. Did existence ever seem worked for? One seemed simply to be here, less an accumulation of moments than a single arrangement continuously gifted from some inaccessible future.” - Taipei, Tao Lin
And I wonder how I got here, and how I’m measuring 2014. In the number of times I’ve missed you? Or the number of times I’ve smiled? It’s a little of both to fill the planetless space within me. “Where are you?” catches me off guard, and I answer, “Where am I?” Oh. I’m in Mac Demarco’s Salad Days album. I’m Tao Lin’s Taipei. I’m in Childish Gambino’s brain during his interviews.