A song that never existed before, could exist in the next 5 minutes if I wanted it to.
It would be all mine too; everything it should be, nothing it shouldn’t and beautiful.
- George Orwell (via bmcay)
A few nights ago, I was at a place on the beachside. I’d been there the week before but that night, some sort of quasi quietness swallowed everything within reach.
It was as if everyone knew why they were there but nobody wanted to talk about it. So weird. People almost asleep on benches overlooking the sea. Not a soul was searching for conversation, laughter or music. Everyone very content with a drink and a cloudy distance stare into. People facing each other, barely whispering over a table. Was me it me or them? I mean, it was nice, it was nice to be in such a soothing place. Everything motionless, bar the waves rudely slapping the rocks on the shore. Me, I’m a bit restless for that sort of environment; nevertheless it made an impression, perfect enough to share.
Some quasi-music for your soul.