I'm listening to: Savage Garden - Santa Monica

The sound is so chill but the lyrics carry such dark meaning. They're juxtaposed just so, and suspended in timelessness for the perfect contrast to send me on the brink of existential satiety, and I think Sartre would be proud. Man, it makes me want to visit the West Coast. There's something about it that just escapes me, that I can't quite put my finger on it. I also want to see Malibu, thanks to Hole's gorgeous song of the same name, as well as the associated thoughts and memories that come along with it, which I never want to lose.

The pertinent question is: what are you leaving behind to go in search for?










Even after all that, I'm not sure we aren't still going in circles.