story time...
This is what I imagine when listening to my next post:
Set in an old run-down farmhouse in Georgia. The outside only looks put together from far away. The inside smells like potatoes and onions and chicken. The hallways are small and narrow, the stairs are steep. It feels haunted at night when everyone falls asleep.
In this story we see the cycle of generations passing within a family's history through this house. The silences that create memories, and profound emotions in the impressionable children learning to be people within it's walls. Life and death, both simultaneously and separately, the connection between them - the euphoria and the contrasts between them. The darkness of them, and the lightness and freedom in them. I could go on...this is worth posting because it's so difficult to paint a picture in someone's mind that is as vivid as an entire family history..and not just a history, but small moments within that history - small pains and happiness, small joys and sorrows and tastes and smells and lessons. This is not unlike the Sufjan Stevens song I posted earlier this month in it's sentiment and commitment to capturing moments in time that somehow we all connect to.
Sodom, South Georgia by Iron and Wine.
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