Back to the old house

And so it’s back to my teenage room and immediately it’s the Smiths again:

I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There’s too many
Bad memories
Too many memories
There…

Memories are not just bad, of course, but for sure they are angsty. I’d needed many years of conversations with books before I gathered up the nerve to face the world.

This is the view from my window. Of my fir tree. It was planted when I was born, and look at it now.

Photo: MM

Well, or look at me.
We are doing all right.

The Smiths conclude:

I would love to go
Back to the old house
But I never will

I’m lucky. I am able to go. As for those teenage years, and since Morrisey will play in the city on October 10th: William (who is also a girl who lives far away and writes beautifully), it was really nothing.

1984. Big brother is watching you:

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