joyeux anniversaire

"Often I have had that thought: over and done with and too late.

When such thoughts present themselves, I know that I am thinking like an adult. Growing up means first of all to forget, and thereafter disown what was important when you were a child. To this I have then raised objections.
Even if it was over and too late, and altogether pretty insignificant, still it was your life. And around that, everything since then has revolved."

Borderliners, Peter Hoeg, pp. 194-195.

I haven't been this stuck in a long time. Or perhaps I have been stuck for a long time and have just realised it. Not being able to drive is shit.
How do you claim freedom when all thought is discourse?
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

It's nice to find someone who knows the same lyrics that you do.
It was nice to feel comfortable enough around someone to sing with all heart and no talent.
Sound like you mean it when you're screeching it out.
Damien Rice style.
I wanna hear what you have to say about me...
I'm not used to being a passenger. It makes me car sick on long drives.
Singing helps.
Of course you don't, Of course you don't...
Because it makes us laugh with tears in our eyes.
And you say to me that it's ok to cry.
But I tell you that I can't
tell stories anymore.
Linear time has escaped me.
Days disappear.

And it's quite funny. On a mountain top. To lose the plot.
So that writing becomes 'empty'.
Your words echo mine.
Iron
y?

Un jour, c'est sur. Je volerai!

xx