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Directly from the Palm ...
It's 01:45 and the world is beautiful. Just got home after a nice night out, and think the bicycle ride home is a very underestimated part of a night. When propelling yourself like that you've still got the energy of moving, combined with the relative silence of the real world at night. It's all energy of some kind, and it feels like kind of an anticlimax to arrive at home, realizing you stink of smoke and having nothing better to do than going to bed. I feel like I want to climb a tree or something, and just watch the world below in all it's beauty. At the same time, I'd like to hear lots of different songs, mixed on the fly to fit my thoughts and mood. I want Breakbeat Era, Garbage and Soundtrack of our Lives. I'd like a clean cut between out and at home, wiping off the smoke, beer taste and everything else in the passage between the two, waking up completely fresh tomorrow.
Transitions can be beautiful ... The night is beautiful ... I need someone to share it with (how damn hard it is to write something like that!) ...
At home, in my own room, window open. Outside birds are singing, the wind is blowing through the trees and traffic can be heard in the background. Would like to pass into sleep directly from here ... But I don't want to wake up on an unmade bed, freezing and with an old taste of beer in my mouth. Reality gets in your wayas usual, obstructs the ideals ...
But would I rather be somewhere else, someone else? Not really, right now is only for now and will never return. Carpe diem ...
Glad I had the Palm here to get this down, all interesting thoughts seem to turn up right before going to bed ...
It's 10:25 and someone is occupying the bathroom with the only working shower ... It's a pity that shower is just outside the parent's and sister's bedrooms, making late night showers impossible as long as anyone else (almost) is at home.
The computer is in the living room, Gustav brought it home from a friend sometime really early in the morning, long after I'd gotten home. Don't suppose there's any chance he'll jump out of bed right now and spare me the trouble of connecting it ... My mother was out too, and also got home after me. Hard to worry anyone in this house by staying out late I suppose ...
