July 19th, 2005

Grant-Lee Phillips

Damnable Eidolon

We sat in my attic with our bare feet sticking out the window. The night breeze felt good running over my toes.

"You ever feel like you're competing with ghosts, Muse?" I said. "That's where I'm at sometimes these days."

"Silly boy. You just need more exorcise." She punched me in the arm. "Get it? Exorcise."

"You're a complete fuckwad sometimes, you know."

She nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes, definitely."

Out the window, across the river in Canada, lightning flashed.