What If?

Looking forward to going to Montréal tomorrow to the Wilco show, which is just an extension of my loner phase. Although I would've really like some company for the ride there and at the concert, but I guess that's just how it's gotta be. I'm taking the bus at 4 p.m., which will give me just enough time to have a light supper with Dana-Ève and then make it out to the Métropolis. Oh, I've had more good news today - Sigur Ròs is coming to Ottawa in September, which is bizarre but welcome news. The venue hasn't yet been announced, but I'm definitely going to attend the show.

I'm sitting in my living room, corduroy skirt hiked up, gingham-patterned camisole slowly aquiring the smell of sweat. The sweltering heat is so powerful that I spoke of autumn today. And then I remembered that the fall makes me think of someone I know, and I shivered.

What if there was no light?
Nothing wrong, nothing right?
What if there was no time
And no reason, or rhyme?
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side?
That you don't want me there in your life?

What if I got it wrong
And no poem or song
Could put right what I got wrong
Or make you feel I belong?

Every step that you take
Could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break -
But that's the risk that you take


(Oh, but what if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side?
That you don't want me there in your life?)