Something That Seems to be About Something, but is Sort of Really About Something Else.

I lost my sunglasses a week ago today.

These sunglasses had no real importance to me; I found them on top of a TV under a couple of flyers and zines at a house in Buffalo, NY when I was on tour this past summer. I assumed no one was missing them, so, I put them on like I had a reason to be wearing sunglasses at 7:45 in the morning in Buffalo, NY, got in our van and headed towards New York City. To put it rather bluntly: I stole them. So it seems only fitting that I would end up forgetting them on a table in a classroom in the English building at Kennesaw State and that they were gone the next time I came to said class. I suppose those aviators belong to the world now, and that their destiny is to be carelessly passed along from person to person, never really finding a true home.

I have replaced them with a new pair given to me by a friend, but I am still constantly wishing for those glasses that I carelessly left behind.