It May Be Years Until

I Would Try To Pick The Guitar Up Sometimes, Like, "hey, Remember Me?" It Was Like Reintroducing Yourself To Someone Who's Got A Grudge.

When I'm In A City That's Just Clean, Concrete Lines, I Get Really Short Of Breath And Confused. It's Much More Interesting To Me When Nature Is Creeping Back And Tearing The Mortar Apart Between The Bricks.

You Just Never Set Roots; You Take Pleasure In Simple Conversations, Because You Know You're Not Going To Have Much More Than That. It's Very Isolating, And That Can Be A Good Thing.

I Find It Pretty Fascinating How Humans Keep Gravitating Towards These Giant Centers. I Went To This Walled Medieval Village In France This Year, And It Was Truly The Most Crazy, Beautiful, Bizarre Place I've Ever Been.

If You Keep Bashing Your Head Against The Same Wall, At Some Point You're Going To Fall Over And Be Still For Awhile.