i suddenly remember how i felt lying on my bed in currie hall, watching the specks of light dancing reflected off my mini discoballs that hung just under my spotlight above my bed; they were danced on the walls and on the ceiling, to the music in the background. the warm light filled the cold room and it was like me and the universe and a profound sadness and ecstacy all at once.

i wonder when i'll ever feel that way again. i wonder if it's because i am unfulfilled that i find myself hankering for times long gone. i wonder if anything good will come out of all this dreaming.


maybe i should become a nun. like a virgin, that's what i'd be.

say, do you wanna play for love,
do you wanna play for love?
say, do you wanna play for love,
do you wanna play for love?