Bruges
I’m currently sitting cross-legged on a beige/slightly ‘off’ white colour couch, hoping that my newly washed feet (from a high-pressure shower, hoorah) don’t stain it (because high-pressure shower or not, 3 months of jumping from hostel to hostel is bound to leave some grit). Cafe Del Mar - Volumen Seis is playing. While many people will and do judge me on the fact that I listen to Cafe Del Mar on a semi regular basis (and you may be doing so right now), have you ever actually listened to one of said compilations? They are actually fucking mind-blowing. And not just in the ‘I’m currently being transported from my shitty desk job’ kind of way, but also in a super nostalgic, warm summer evening yearning kind of way. And that’s probably the most cliche thing I’ve ever written. But that’s okay, because it’s the laughable/honest fact, and it’s turning to Autumn rather quickly here and it makes me fondly remember parts of my younger teenagehood, which is rather rare.
While that’s hopefully set the mood for you, I guess I’m feeling quite powerful right now. Powerful, strong and settled nicely into the realisation that this is my halfway point (well exactly a week out from it anyway). And the fact that that is encouraging me to write again is definitely a good sign.
In this strange mixture of nostalgia and peaceful remembrance, the future doesn’t look so scary. I thought someone might like to know that.
