April 20 - Hotel Road

I take back any smack I have talked about previous loud tape recorders.

And with that momentary swipe I will sit and just listen to this absolutely lovely relaxing beach song. Simple pastoral lyrics of going back to places filled with ghosts. This is a song about endings, of going back, and the simple act of forgiveness that is returning.

There are places I'll never go back to through circumstances. There are places I'll never go back to out of choice. But perhaps the most damning are the places that I simply won't think about enough to care if I ever went back there. Rochdale made me so fundamentally miserable as a teenager that there was a while in my twenties where I wanted to never go back there again. And then I think it occurred to me that there was no reason to let Rochdale have that much of me. I don't have to care if I go there or not. I might, if I have cause to. I don't imagine I'll have cause to. It doesn't matter.

But there are places I will return to. Or that I hope I will return to. Via old roads and new.