Sometimes at night, alone in the kitchen, I practice tracing my steps
to the wine cellar, only to turn around
as soon as I catch the slightest hint of vodka.
Alcoholics call this recovery.
I call it learning how to unlove.
Not a day goes by where I don’t set a match…
Music to drown in
Just close your eyes and listen
I can’t remember anything without you
Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind (2004)