83. Bon Iver “Holocene” Bon Iver [Jagjaguwar]
“Now to know it in my memory.”
Everywhere she looked she saw his t-shirt. Everyone was wearing it, every store had a mannequin donning it in its front window display, and every carpeted floor of every room she entered there were multiples of it strewn about like it was confetti and the party had been over for hours. Despite the expected overwhelming feelings that took hold of her, often to the point of paralysis, she still liked the t-shirt. She liked the heather grey color that was trendy yet undeniably aesthetically pleasing She liked the soft semi-elastic texture when she held a stranger’s sleeve between her thumb and forefinger, especially because the stranger seemed to enjoy the intrusive behavior rather than condemn it. And even though it hurt, she liked how it reminded her of him wherever she went. She even went so far as to consider buying her own, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. Instead she started counting. Every time she got to ten she allowed herself a quiet introspective celebration that this was ten more times she would have about him had the t-shirt not become so ubiquitous. If it was less trendy, he might have been just a footnote; now he’s a bedrock.
