Copperline was my favorite song until I was old enough to know better.

I think I’m coming back around to it. I really need a vacation in a woodsy cabin so I can get all of this out of my system STAT. Otherwise I will keep looking up ashrams in the Catskills and fetishizing fair isle sweaters and rewriting my own history to convince myself that I really liked activities like camping when I was little, when I most definitely thought that tent material smelled like mud and bad decisions made with salesboys at Patagonia. Not to mention all this rocking of old J. Tay. It’s unhealthy on all levels.