Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

Sehnsucht.  §

The holidays approach. I begin to feel a little lonely. Sometimes, I think that a man should have a wife and a job that makes him sweat and that’s all he needs. I don’t have either and now while it is a little cold and wet, I begin to want companionship…

Unfortunately, I am a man and I know that the inevitable is still true: as soon as I have companionship, I will wish that I’d never sought it ought.

The barre chords are coming along.

I can remember —

I don’t want to remember. There are things better not remembered. I’ll have another drink and close my eyes and wonder what’ll come next — where I’m going — if I can. But you see, inside… inside, I am playing in the leaves. It is autumn and I am nine years old — nine! — and everything I see around me is beautiful and safe, touched by the hands of angels… we are playing in the leaves, my black dog and I. Somewhere… somewhere where I’m not crying, he isn’t dead yet and my grandparents aren’t dead yet and my uncle isn’t dead yet and my parents aren’t old yet and I’m not old yet and I don’t know anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything…

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