welcome to my alter ego.
“No, I’m not homeless. I’m just houseless. Not the same thing, right?”
I guess these two lines synthesize this melancholic journey.
“One of the things I love most about this live is that there is no final goodbye. You know, I’ve met hundreds of people out here and I don’t ever say a final goodbye. I always just say ‘I’ll see you down the road.’”
[playing As Time Goes By by Dooley Wilson]
“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world... she walks into mine.”
There is so much to talk about the political context and references here, but I will just leave this question here: what would make you give up a love in the name of that love?