nostalgia_for_alternate_lives epitome of incomprehensibility "Too bad your husband isn't here," another chorus member said to me at the cast party. For a moment I was confused. Was she mixing me up with someone? And then I realized she meant my husband in the play. For a moment, I wanted a husband. Not the one in the play. 250412 ... nr i feel this way sometimes about my alternate-life children. 250412 ... ovenbird In a mirror image--i feel this sometimes for my alternate life without children. 250412 ... raze in_another_life, i'm searching for a shirt that doesn't exist in a music store, tapping out a tune on a glockenspiel with my fingernails, playing unamplified electric pianos until i find a decent digital approximation of the one i always loved best, hammers biting into reeds until they bark, and though there aren't enough keys to make the chords as thick as they'd like to be, i play a song i've known since i was a child while jackie stands beside me. then i carry her like a child on my back through the rain. not all dreams are thick with symbolism. some show you what might have been. no more. no less. and you wake_up wondering if you would have wanted what you couldn't have kept even if it had been yours. 250413 what's it to you? who go blather from