ofgeography: LISTEN TO THIS SONG WHEN: your heart...

Uma

LISTEN TO THIS SONG WHEN:
your heart hurts, but for no specific reason you can name, just that borderless ache that starts somewhere deep in your chest cavity and works its way up to your throat, sometimes on busses, sometimes at night, sometimes when you’ve been alone too long or not alone enough
you’re making art, any art, every art—sports and photography and painting and stories and dance—anything that asks you to stop being a tiny person for just one fucking second and be something bigger instead
you need to stop being necessarily conscious of your body as a needy, bossy bookshelf of your neuroses and instead put this song on, this specific song on, with noise-canceling headphones turned up too loud, turned up so loud that you can feel the drum beat skitter against your bones, louder than any of your thoughts and all of your tiny, nervous heartbeats
in motion—walking, running, driving, biking, razor scootering, it’s important there’s wind on your face when you listen to “uma,” important that there’s wind in your hair as you keep going forward; run a red light, jaywalk, keep going forward, keep going
fucking tuesdays, man

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