I ASKED TIM BUCKLEY

 I used to look at the sleeves of old shirts that were hung in the Goodwill Store. Most were frayed, discolored, suffered the rents and smears of a thousand barbed wire fences and running noses. It was something that Arthur Lee sang about when decades seemed to last forever because most of us were less than twenty years into this material grind. Something about cake and crystal. I asked Tim Buckley once if he knew what I was trying to get at and he told me seriously "I don't know here you're at, but the train doesn't go there anymore..."

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