That’s a line from a Mike Keneally song, “I Can’t Stop” from the album “hat.” (The period is part of the title.) I once got the occasion to chat with Mike, and I asked him, what’s the deal with that line? What’s the answer? Do you? He told me, sometimes — but sometimes you can’t do that to yourself. Once you write it down, turn it into a song, it becomes something else; when you sing it, you’re performing, you’re not really creating in the same way. You can’t put yourself there every time.
I sat down to write a blog entry that expressed a bit of my frustration at not-quite-running-into someone from my past on the street near my apartment. I saw her, and I occasionally do see her, although usually she does not see me. (Perhaps this happens the other way, too, and I am blissfully unaware.) As I walked back to my apartment, a bit shaken, all I could think was — and this was due to the context in which I saw her — I was just an interloper in her life. And I think maybe that’s true of so many people I’ve known.
Just an interloper, passing through, without any real right to be there.
I wonder if I’ll remember how I felt, if I ever read this again. I kind of hope not.
I was planning on blogging about how much I am not looking forward to a talk I am to give next week. But maybe I won’t, now.
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