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a languid afternoon rare winter sun revisiting old photographs balanced by the unease of that last BoC album keeping me from the blue in-side and out of harm’s way. »

I caught myself eating a breakfast I wasn’t particularly fond of (but felt I ought to eat) in a fancy café I wasn’t particularly keen on (but was conveniently close) while some unidentifiable music drifted by. so after a brief moment of self-chastisement and a little reflection I left a small tip which seemed appropriate. »

last night i dreamt about technology. it was rather disappointing when i awoke; i wanted my dreams to be about other things. »

some days it’s all you can do to hold back. »

after my second game of tennis in a very long time i lay down for a nap while strange music played and i drifted away on a strange little boat vanishing into mist with voices surrounding my confused, tired body. later, the album finished a familiar bassline marked a change in tack i found myself dragged mercilessly from the loving waves and back into our brightly coloured sofa. »