Walked to the edge of the city this afternoon, just under Merivale Bridge, as the rain started coming in. Trying to wrap my head around narratives longer than a few thousand words, I've been throwing out planks of words across the abyss of story and now I'm in the middle looking back at the rickety thing I've made, noticing that, in places, I've forgotten to use nails. Fighting the urge to go back and tinker, that way lies not finishing.
Listened to a track off the soon to be released Okkervil River album the Stage Names this afternoon. Lovely, because life really is not a movie or maybe. The only thing better than a new Okkervil River album would be seeing them live this year.