73. Jens Lekman “An Argument With Myself” An Argument With Myself [Secretly Canadian]
“To make history of a love - a love like ours.”
He wasn’t looking where he was going, trying to simultaneously figure out which way to hold the map and deal with an itchy scalp, so he really shouldn’t have gotten as upset as he did when he walked straight off the curb into a wide puddle on the cobblestone street. Luckily the steam that filled his head was released pretty soon thereafter with a forehead to a palm and a slight chortle. His khakis were soaked, but his flip flops saved him from repeating the dreaded wet sock debacle of 1997, which he genuinely appreciated. As he sat down on the ledge as passersby barely gave his unfortunate state a glance the ripples in the puddle ebbed, slowly revealing his reflection in the shallow water. The optical illusion (is it fair to call it such?) asked him if he still remembered 1997 or if he just remembered how much he hated wet socks. Without batting an eyelash at the fact that he just received successful communication from an image of himself at his feet, he thought back in an attempt to answer the question. He recalled the year (what movies came out, where he was living, etc.) but it took him a good minute or so to realize the purpose of the query. Those socks - blue and wool - were possible still drying over the edge of her bathtub. The reflection responded immediately: “no, you idiot; they’re probably long gone by now.”
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