The lack of friends, real friends, is something I miss the most. People. People always have the same effect. There are too many people, and not enough friends. There are too many acquaintances. Too much small talk. Too loud disco music to be involved in conversation. Too short a time to realise what’s happening. When...
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J’suis là pour ça
The first French song I can actually sing along to and understand. I love Nada Surf … Pense à moi la prochaine fois que tu entendras la rumeur des vagues et si elles te disent que tu m’as fait que du mal, t’en fait pas j’suis là pour ça la mer connait pas le fil...
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Dolphins were Monkeys
Alex Garland’s The Tesseract (which I’ve borrowed from the library) is too good. I prefer it to The Beach, even. And no, I’m not biased just because the story is set in Manila. Reading it is like watching a movie. So forgive me, but I’m going to quote. This is the way it is. Galaxies...
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Before we can change we can levitate
I think it was Monday morning when Julien told me, just before I took a shower, that hey, he’d found a scorpion on my towel but that he got rid of it and it was ok now. Ok. And then : “SCORPION?!!!” There was a fucking scorpion on my towel. Don’t worry, it’s a really...
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