Solitude and the Proximity to Infinite Things
By Britt Melewski
Thursday, August 14th, 2014 | 4,301 views
One of the worst things in the world is when I decide that it is now— this instant— a perfect time to sing. The song is “Cuckoo.” The song is warm, short and sweet. Heated honey roasted peanut butter in a warm bowl. It is solitary. As it plays, nostalgia boils inside my body, caves […]