Rendezvous with the past
I heard that something has changed. An old friend who hadn't seen me in a couple of years told me that something has changed in me. "Have you started listening to reggae?", he asked. Hmmh. I wonder if he thought the change was for good or for bad. He didn't tell me and I didn't ask. That's typical of me, has always been, even if I have changed.
When I started explaining what has been happening in my life within the couple of years, there was a sudden twist of surrealism. The minute I told that my ex-girlfriend dumped me more than a year ago and that we haven't seen each other for quite a while now, she walked past us with her new boyfriend. I wonder if winning the lottery works the same way. I should try.
And I continued stamping festival posters on any place virtually possible within the streets of Helsinki, mind pretty much confused of how life works. I had dreamed of her last night.
I don't think I have changed. And that's a damn shame.
When I started explaining what has been happening in my life within the couple of years, there was a sudden twist of surrealism. The minute I told that my ex-girlfriend dumped me more than a year ago and that we haven't seen each other for quite a while now, she walked past us with her new boyfriend. I wonder if winning the lottery works the same way. I should try.
And I continued stamping festival posters on any place virtually possible within the streets of Helsinki, mind pretty much confused of how life works. I had dreamed of her last night.
I don't think I have changed. And that's a damn shame.