Driving home from the Okkervil River show at the Casbah this lovely evening, I noticed that the moon was exactly half-new. It’s cut perfectly in half, which caused P and I to debate the physics of how the shadow of something round looks like a straight line. I first went with the argument of “it’s so far away the curvature is lost,” but then changed it to “maybe it’s because the shadow is falling on something that’s also round.” Still don’t know for sure, but what I do know is that driving home after dropping him off, The National’s “Daughters of the Soho Riots” came on and the moment was just perfect: driving through dark streets with the half-moon chasing me while thinking half-thoughts with a somewhat melancholy tone.

Maybe I’ll go take a photo of it.