Rory: [at town meeting, during the town-troubadour debate] ... sometimes you have something you need to say but you can't, because the words won't come out or you get scared or you feel stupid. So, if you could write a song and sing it, then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful and people would listen and you wouldn't make a complete idiot out of yourself. But all of us can't be songwriters, so some of us will never be able to say what we're thinking or what we want other people to know we're thinking, so we'll never be able to get the chance to make things right again...

no, instead, fill it full on the blank slate and enjoy the ride. twelve commandments for next year: do 12 things i've never done in my life before, one for each month. there, broad enough for creativity.

"so everybody put your best suit or dress on
let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
as thirty dialogues bleed into one

i wish the world was flat like the old days
then i could travel just by folding a map
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
there'd be no distance that can hold us back.
there'd be no distance that could hold us back
so this is the new year"

-dcfc; the new year

it ended with some minutes like the bitter sorrow of milk gone bad but begun like molasses. sweetened.