reverberate and dissipate

maybe i live too much in another reality. after all, my daily nap occurs not for rest, but for dreaming. this dream life never picks up where i left it, and that's what makes it worth coming back to. and it doesn't always find me with my eyes closed. anything - a look in the hall, the bite of the wind - can rush me to this world that turns behind my eyes. (my brain's a planet, with people and places and wars and weather.) but sometimes i make the mistake of talking about this dream world, about my imaginations. and people say "that's not plausible." and i always want to say "sometimes plausibilities are boring to think about." but i usually just agree and change the subject.

lump sum -- bon iver

imitosis -- andrew bird

holland -- sufjan stevens