I Know More Than I Knew Before

Because There's Just So Much In A Day Now, I Keep Writing In Much More Abstract Terms, Like I Don't Try To Write About What Happened Anymore. It Would Be Impossible.

I'm In The Countryside Outside Of Paris, In A Beautiful Old Manor House. The Studio Is In The Basement, But We Decided To Set Everything Up In The Old Parlor And Dining-room Area So We Can Look At Each Other And (at) The Sunshine Coming Through The Stained-glass Windows. It's Pretty Idyllic, And I Think It's Spoiling Me. I'll Have To Go Back To Regular Life After This.

If You Keep Bashing Your Head Against The Same Wall, At Some Point You're Going To Fall Over And Be Still For Awhile.

All The Girls Who Have Photos Of Them At Parties, Like, "woo!" - That's What Someone's Going To See Of Their Grandma.

I've Always Been A Bit Wary Of Keyboards Because There's An Invisibility To It - You're Not Really Hitting Anything.