Will O` The Wisp
Sam Jinks - Flower (2008)
I keep an eighty-year-old jazz singer in my apartment to give me perspective. She tells me that I drink tea too hot, which makes my mouth vulgar. When I wear sneakers to work, her glance is sharp -- but not a scold. In the morning she gently nudges me awake. Happiness isn't something this generation lost, she whispers, it's something every generation loses and then finds.