A Moment

It’s late 2007, the conclusion of an emotional year.

I decide that evening to straighten out the living room while my roommate is away. I play Soviet Kitsch on repeat until, as I remove the last silly drawing I’d taped to the wall, I come to a stop.

I’ve stayed up all night, the sun’s already back up. I open the window to find it’s snowed.

That night was a transformation.
The album, now pointedly a relic.