November 2009
9 posts
We choose the dumbest things to go the hardest for.
– Nas
There’s a boy here with hair so blond it’s white. The curls spill over the tips of his ears and dust his forehead, and from far away he must look somewhat bald: skin like computer paper, hair like corn husk. And there are blue eyes and straight teeth and a pointed chin, and there are sneakers and faded jeans and checkered shirts. Every time he stands on stage to sing, I hide my eyebrows under my...