Tonight is an Okkervil River night. This would be shocking to anyone who knew me, or thought they knew me, but it feels good. Open roads and feeling an intangible within reach. That's what someone called them in a phone conversation once.

But yes. Okkervil River, who themselves speak of running toward an intangible, to Kansas City. A romanticized past, someone said.

Life is an ideal, and nothing more. Or, at least, often seems like it. In any case, I would like to listen to them while driving through Kansas City.

And I can't decide if I want anyone in the passenger seat.

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