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Broken Things.Posted by Rachel on August 20th, 2011

Everything seems to be breaking.

My camera broke while I was down in Boise. Those of you who know me know that this is no small loss. I feel aimless without my Pentax in my clutch, and my old silver Canon powershot point & shoot is hardly a replacement. I see pictures all around me, but have no way of capturing them how I want. It’s torture.

Thank God, the van performed beautifully for me on my trip down to Boise, and on the way back up to Spokane. But now it’s having a real flare-up of narcolepsy. It likes to die randomly while we drive, especially at stoplights and whenever it idles.

Oh yeah. And relationships break. And even when they are glued back together, we still see the seam of where it broke, reminding us of the past. And some pieces have been chipped away, and were probably swept up and thrown away, and those are long gone. I’m not feeling melancholy, just acknowledging, really, that things break. That’s life.

So, what do I do? I blog, in the middle of the night, with my baby’s pink, warm toes curled up, pressed into the small of my back. I put on a pair of headphones and listen to Over The Rhine. What a strange and wonderful mixture of sorrow, peace, and hope.

Oh yeah, by the way
Oh yeah, by the way
The thought of you, it shook my head
Just today

Oh yeah, by the way
Oh yeah, by the way
What a waste that I still love you
After the mess you made

What a waste that I’m not jaded
Once in a while I even smile
What a waste you’re just a stranger
To me now

Oh yeah, by the way
Oh yeah, by the way
There are still so many things
I wonder if I should say

Like
What a waste that I still love you
But I can’t erase one scar
All your self-inflicted wounds have
Made you the way you are

So goodbye yesterday
Goodbye yesterday
Probably should have guessed that it could
End this way

What if I’m as good as you at
Walking away