Some days, when nobody else is home, when the TV has exploded and the internet has run out of interesting, I start to go a little weird. Skittish, I guess. High strung. The amazing human cello. I'll pace around the house a few times until I'm certain that yes, I have in fact gone mad. So I'll go for a walk.It calms me, like a drug would, and I find it strangely fun. It's always night, there's always a road and a road always goes somewhere. Sometimes I purposefully take the way I'm least familiar with until I'm half-lost in the suburbs, kicking leaves and tripping sensor lights. Sometimes I spy the big hill behind the railway station and think to myself, "I bet the city looks alright from up there."
And yeah I guess it did, but that's not really why I walked there.
The National have been a favourite band of mine for a long time, thanks to a chance encounter in grade 11, roughly a thousand years ago. They have a new album, High Violet.
I don't go walking anymore.
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