i've been obsessed with neko case. she moves her voice with the ease and artfulness of a glass blower, constantly shifting, moving, adjusting, creating. it hits the air and hangs there, and i marvel at the malleability of her voice, but when i sit with her songs, the echo of her voice becomes brittle, and all i see is glass. i feel like a neko case song today. hanging. brittle. fragile. transparent. obtuse. heavy. airy. cool and smooth after walking through fire. and the air bubbles the only evidence that i was not always like this. i can't stop listening to her goddamn music. but i think i should. maybe i'd feel a little less glasslike and a little more humanlike. the heat of my emotions will break me soon, i'm sure. sometimes i think that you think that i can contain more than i can. than i do. i wish i could expand just a little bit more for you. then we might both be a little less not happy.
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