I’ll start the fire,
While you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.
– Our House, by Crosby, Still, Nash & Young.
I first came across this song in an episode of How I Met Your Mother. I think it is beautiful in its simplicity. I love the lyrics and have taken to listening to it on repeat.
Our house. Is a very, very, very fine house.
The Past is sticky and gooey and almost impossible to get rid of. That is the problem. The Past haunts.
And the Heart. It is a problem too. It threatens to bleed to death (but that is just emotional blackmail). It demands that you pay attention to its demands. It is a willful child.
I don’t quite know what to say now.
I read The Great Gatsby.
Poor Gatsby, who thought that the past can be retrieved and relived, who believed that it is possible to start over.
It makes me sad.