1/75. if i must be an addict, may I be addicted to devotion. even then, I am distracted; my eyes are following a fly, who eventually lands on me. exactly 2 years ago, in this chapel, I picked up a bass during a birthday celebration. practice: lilac wine. I hear the voice of @bob__thurman as I settle back home in the mountains: kleśa, cloudy state of mind that results in imbalanced actions. “it can best be translated as addictions,” he says. I think of the sister who asked me to learn this song so she could dance to it. your asks give me something to learn, a reason for the next day. i know what this song will inevitably lead to. i wait for it to arrive, quietly, in the next few hours. it comes, always. lilac wine (james shelton, nina, eartha kitt, jeff buckley) I lost myself on a cool, damp night I gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree I made wine from the lilac tree Put my heart in its recipe Makes me see what I want to see And be what I want to be When I think more than I wanna think I do things I never should do I drink much more that I oughta drink Because it brings me back you Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love Listen to me, I cannot see clearly Isn’t that she coming to me? Nearly here