Comments on: Lost Highway http://ericshonkwiler.com/2009/10/lost-highway/ The continued life of an aspiring writer. Tue, 23 Nov 2010 02:44:21 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.3 hourly 1 By: Eric Shonkwiler http://ericshonkwiler.com/2009/10/lost-highway/comment-page-1/#comment-125 Eric Shonkwiler Mon, 05 Oct 2009 20:53:13 +0000 http://ericshonkwiler.com/?p=115#comment-125 Lindsay: I looked for a macintosh for you at the supermarket yesterday. None to be had. Momma: It's very strange. But maybe not entirely unexpected, if I'd given some thought to it. Courtney: I have an odd relationship with autumn. It just makes me feel weird, plain and simple. I feel strange clear through the season. And being thrust in and out of it was strange in its own right. Kristan: I fully intend to. I can't imagine settling down for very long right now. I imagine you wouldn't call it settling down at all. Noel: It's a very open place, though, I think. Well-lit even if by unnatural light. It's a very different atmosphere from other bars I'm used to. Hopefully I'll see you in class, that'd be nice. Lindsay: I looked for a macintosh for you at the supermarket yesterday. None to be had.

Momma: It’s very strange. But maybe not entirely unexpected, if I’d given some thought to it.

Courtney: I have an odd relationship with autumn. It just makes me feel weird, plain and simple. I feel strange clear through the season. And being thrust in and out of it was strange in its own right.

Kristan: I fully intend to. I can’t imagine settling down for very long right now. I imagine you wouldn’t call it settling down at all.

Noel: It’s a very open place, though, I think. Well-lit even if by unnatural light. It’s a very different atmosphere from other bars I’m used to. Hopefully I’ll see you in class, that’d be nice.

]]> By: Noel http://ericshonkwiler.com/2009/10/lost-highway/comment-page-1/#comment-124 Noel Mon, 05 Oct 2009 12:29:02 +0000 http://ericshonkwiler.com/?p=115#comment-124 You'd think with all my years here, I'd find a bar that stays open til at least 2. Part of me wonders if the reason I'm always in Los Angeles on the weekends is because of my attachment to my family or if it's because--well, did you notice how at the Getaway, there are no windows? All the light is artificial and stems from neon signs telling us to drink and drink more. There's a strange suffocation there. Maybe I run to my family to replace that soullessness you mentioned. It's worrisome now that I'm able to look at it. Sidenote: I will be on campus on Wednesday to beg Buckley for a letter of rec. I might even sit in on his workshop if he'll let me. You’d think with all my years here, I’d find a bar that stays open til at least 2. Part of me wonders if the reason I’m always in Los Angeles on the weekends is because of my attachment to my family or if it’s because–well, did you notice how at the Getaway, there are no windows? All the light is artificial and stems from neon signs telling us to drink and drink more. There’s a strange suffocation there. Maybe I run to my family to replace that soullessness you mentioned.
It’s worrisome now that I’m able to look at it.

Sidenote: I will be on campus on Wednesday to beg Buckley for a letter of rec. I might even sit in on his workshop if he’ll let me.

]]> By: Kristan http://ericshonkwiler.com/2009/10/lost-highway/comment-page-1/#comment-123 Kristan Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:41:50 +0000 http://ericshonkwiler.com/?p=115#comment-123 You sound like a soul with a great deal of wanderlust. I don't know why, but I think you should fulfill that when you finish in Riverside. And I don't know why, but I think great things will result from it if you do. You sound like a soul with a great deal of wanderlust. I don’t know why, but I think you should fulfill that when you finish in Riverside. And I don’t know why, but I think great things will result from it if you do.

]]> By: courtney http://ericshonkwiler.com/2009/10/lost-highway/comment-page-1/#comment-120 courtney Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:26:54 +0000 http://ericshonkwiler.com/?p=115#comment-120 fall has never been more welcomed by me than it has been this year. usually i hate it, as it only means the winter is coming. but it's the great equalizer, at least in the mornings. that cold air pouring in through your window as you wake up can make you believe you're anywhere you'd rather be. fall has never been more welcomed by me than it has been this year. usually i hate it, as it only means the winter is coming. but it’s the great equalizer, at least in the mornings. that cold air pouring in through your window as you wake up can make you believe you’re anywhere you’d rather be.

]]> By: Momma http://ericshonkwiler.com/2009/10/lost-highway/comment-page-1/#comment-119 Momma Sun, 04 Oct 2009 13:13:37 +0000 http://ericshonkwiler.com/?p=115#comment-119 Isn't it funny the things you want to detest become the things of our fondest memories? It is chilly and gray this morning, a slight coat of dew and the street is silent. I just stood up to look at the neighbors house, I see it in the future tense not as it stands now. It feels like I live in the future with you and the present with your sister and I wish nightly I could reconcile the two.... Love, Momma Isn’t it funny the things you want to detest become the things of our fondest memories? It is chilly and gray this morning, a slight coat of dew and the street is silent. I just stood up to look at the neighbors house, I see it in the future tense not as it stands now. It feels like I live in the future with you and the present with your sister and I wish nightly I could reconcile the two….

Love,
Momma

]]> By: Lindsay http://ericshonkwiler.com/2009/10/lost-highway/comment-page-1/#comment-118 Lindsay Sun, 04 Oct 2009 09:48:32 +0000 http://ericshonkwiler.com/?p=115#comment-118 Home has a way of sneaking in and exploiting every crack we try to disguise from the world. Even in a place you love. If it isn't home. I've been searching for Macintosh apples. Can't find them anywhere. You hear tell of them like the holy grail. A friend of a friend saw them at this one market but they are sold out now. I don't like any other kind of apple. I can acknowledge that other apples are sweet or bitter or whatever but an apple isn't an apple unless it's a Macintosh. These apples are walking down Robie street with coloured leaves under my feet and apple picking with my mom crunching into them straight from the tree and the one thing I grab from the fridge on my way to class. They are overflowing in the supermarkets. They are home in every bite. What I would give for one apple. Sad Eric isn't to be laughed at. Whiskey-soaked and searching for something to hang onto. All this to say I hope you find something soon. Even if it's just an apple to eat on your way to campus. Especially if it's a Macintosh. Home has a way of sneaking in and exploiting every crack we try to disguise from the world. Even in a place you love. If it isn’t home. I’ve been searching for Macintosh apples. Can’t find them anywhere. You hear tell of them like the holy grail. A friend of a friend saw them at this one market but they are sold out now. I don’t like any other kind of apple. I can acknowledge that other apples are sweet or bitter or whatever but an apple isn’t an apple unless it’s a Macintosh. These apples are walking down Robie street with coloured leaves under my feet and apple picking with my mom crunching into them straight from the tree and the one thing I grab from the fridge on my way to class. They are overflowing in the supermarkets. They are home in every bite. What I would give for one apple.

Sad Eric isn’t to be laughed at. Whiskey-soaked and searching for something to hang onto.

All this to say I hope you find something soon. Even if it’s just an apple to eat on your way to campus. Especially if it’s a Macintosh.

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