Service Bell

I’ve put Service Bell, by Grizzly Bear and Feist, on repeat.

It makes me think of early fall, and a darkened street, with a corner lit up only by the yellowish light of a bookstore open late. Its facade is peeled away, like a Wes Anderson cut-away movie set or a wallpapered vintage dollhouse, and there are two people at different ends of the store, each looking through a book. And at the same beautiful moment, they both turn a page at the exact same time.

I keep a service bell by my bed for you
let the others do what they do
I will hold on
hold on
hold on

I keep a service bell by my bed for you

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