The Airportline: Observations

It's Sunday and M. Ward is singing 'Don't they love you in mysterious ways. You say yeah but this is now and that was then' in his song Post War against the sunshine outside. I sent a strange email to Miranda July on Friday, a result from a Thursday hangover. And yesterday I went to the Hague to play floorball instead of spending time in the sun. And after over two hours of fighting we lost in over time, and we sat in the changing room with empty eyes and Heineken beers afterwards. Then we drove back, and the sun was setting over the fields next to the highway.