Come on, I'll let you borrow my four-leaf clover-- take it with you, you can pass it on

Currently listening to: The Shins - "We Will Become Silhouettes" (TPS cover, indeed)


I remember 1996 like it was yesterday.

There was a church that lay above the cliffy rock structure across from our home in Genova. The church was part of a small and seemingly peaceful village. My sister and I used to sit on the balcony and contemplate the possibilities the lives of its people held.

I perpetually expropriated Daddy of his telescope to more closely examine the serpentine little streets that lay before me. Ale told me about the road that led to the little village. All one had to do was a minuscule bit of climbing to get to it. It wasn't even hard to find: before one reached the cliff overlooking the highway and the rest of beautiful Genova-- there it was.

Though the mere concept of embarking on a quest for home amassment created very much fascination, I didn't want to go alone. I never walked the path.

I wonder whether Ale ever did.