bless the telephone
Listen along with a Labi Siffre serenade.
One of my oldest friends in life is from elementary. We've gone through many stages of friendship as we went through school together, went through covid together, and moved on to different universities and different lives. Before time and life had it's way, we had a little routine going for a while.
My fondest memories of teenage summer nights were spent in our elementary field, with them playing my brother's guitar that I would carry over, and I singing along. We would shuffle through mostly Beatles and Beatles-esque, Bob Dylan, more folk all around. We'd go from sunset till the moon hung high in the air, and we'd meander out. I'd turn one way, them the other, and that would be that.
We jammed countless times, until one day it was the last one. I don't think either of us realized it, until I had moved away for school and they had moved out of their childhood home near mine.
Recently, we've reconnected through a simple story reply off of instagram, and all is like it was! That is what I really do appreciate about social media, and really, the telephone. When used as simply a way to keep up and share, it really does keep connections going that may not have survived the same way otherwise. And to that end, what a wonderful feeling it is for someone to remember you as you remember them?
I wrote about this phenomenon with them, with others, with the world, way back when.
August 23, 2024
That's the wonderful thing about friends. Pure energy, atoms bumping into each other, synchronized, keeping the world in one piece.
Those are the ones I miss the most. The ones who get the songs attached, the places tainted, who’s phrases send me down a reminiscing trap when I hear them in another’s lips. People growing, growing apart, to be replaced with others and other mementos, until the whole world is tainted.