i fucking LOVE The National goddammit

The branches are restless and the green leaves flutter and dance in the Alligator breeze, Boxer sun and sky

beginning of Boxer nights

 

There was something about the photo that was unstable. Unanchored. I almost liked it. But without the windowsill, it made me dizzy. No tether.

Ahhhh.

let’s be honest—the first love of my life, and the first to have stayed all this time

Boxer is the only album I still know to be both
Sharp and languid
Melancholy and shimmering bright
Vastness and depth contained in intimacy, y’know,
Like in a human mind
And human body

Is there anything that you, and I talk to you now, that you have loved so achingly that you’re always on the point of every emotional reaction that comes from looking into light?
It can’t be me. I’m only human. If it’s not at least one foot in the abstract, then I don’t know how we can be together. It sounds terrible to say but that’s the first thing I thought.