Try Not to Think About It

When I was in DC, I used to listen to Ben Folds Five's "Alice Childress" all the time. I had the live version from Rare on Air, Volume 3. I can't hear the song and not think about myself, lying in my dormroom on a Spring afternoon, with the weak slanty sunset light falling through the window from the buildings outside. I took heart in the line: "I think about my friends, sometimes I wish they lived out here, but they wouldn't dig this town." The truth was that I didn't dig the town, and I always felt out of place.

Whenever I remember my college years, whether it was at GW or UCSB, I remember that kind of late-afternoon light.

ThuNYTX: 14:30.