“Spelled out your name and list the reasons.
Faint of heart, don’t call me back.
I imagine you and I was distant, not insistent.
I followed suit and laid out on my back,
Imagine that.
A million hours left to think of you and think of that.

- Tegan and Sara, “The Con”

I have so much to say, and so much to show. Not for the purposes of this post, though; right now I’m just going to wrap myself up in songs like I would a patchwork quilt, and try to get my feet back on the ground, balanced. But I’m alive.