It’s weird how a specific album or artist can model you reality or intensify your sensory impressions. Two years ago I once found myself listening to Seven Svans on the bus on my way to the Botanic Gardens, on a spring afternoon, back when I lived in Belfast. And to this day I am always listening to Sufjan Stevens when reading in the park again for the first time of the year. It has almost become a neccesity. As if the experience would only be half as joyful or half as captivating without it. It makes the first rays of sunshine warmer than they actually are, it makes the poems and stories I am reading sound like music and it puts me back into the exact same state of mind that I was in when I first listened to it. It’s my own little time machine.
This girl I used to be close friends with when I was 15 just messaged me on facebook asking if I want to hang out with her next week. And I guess that’s kinda nice but we really went off in different directions after school and the last time I saw her, which is almost two years ago, she wasn’t very kind to me or my friends. So I honestly don’t know why she would ask me to meet her.
So some guy stopped me in the streets in town today asking me for the next vegan supermarket because he thought that I looked like a vegan??? And I don’t know why but for some reason I gave him my number because he was new in town and we talked for a little bit and now he called me and I accidentally mentioned some vegan cooking event that I am going to with my friends and I definitely don’t feel attracted to him but now he is coming to that and oh my I really hope he doesn’t think I was a flirting because I absolutely wasn’t.
Thank you for the support. I love you guys too.