They’ve staged my house. Because it’s all different now. Like everything else, real estate happens online now. It’s all about the pixels. I’m just about to set fire to everything I see. And of course that was a quote from a John Mayer song. Can you set fire to pixels? Am I crazy to adore the sight of the big guy bending over a dog bed, making it lovingly, tucking it in, making it symmetrical? That’s what I want; symmetry. Symmetry makes sense. Square corners, no flying pixels, no human slaughter, no bitter pills, don’t say a word just come over and lie here with me, whoever you are who can square the corners, make sense of a world that makes no sense, a world that explodes when you touch it.
I stayed up late reading The Goon Squad, which is such a set of words as I’ve never seen put together before. One minute the sad, loving boy is playing on a beach and the next he’s grown up and hanging from a rope. That’s how it happens, life. One minute you’re ordering up a paint job and the next you’re selling the house. One minute you’re ecstatically driving in a small town in Illinois, blessed with love and security and the next your arranging your affairs. I cling to stupid John Mayer songs, and I cling to the sight of a young(er) man arranging his dogs’ bedding with solemnity.