The Airportline: Observations

The rain stopped last night. We took our bikes and rode the wet streets like cowboys ride the desert, with posture and a clear aim. There was a party and the fridge was full of beer. My friend is leaving the place and the country. So we talked about things, and we painted and drew on the walls. I wrote something about dancing. People asked why I used so many full stops. I like full stops I said, it forced people to stop and think. Often. We listened to Finnish hard rock, to The Drums, to Girls, to minimalist techno. It was a mixture of people and music but the beer kept flowing in a constant order. Suddenly we were on the street, the gloomy sky and random taxi cars passing us by did not tell us what time it was. I checked and my phone said four. I said I should go. So I went and today was a waste. You take one night and loose one day. That is the logic of life.

Today I listen exclusively to Miike Snow and their songs Funeral and In Search Of. Just look down.