It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon and it’s dark outside. Rain is everywhere, showering the rooftops and the black streets and occasionally walloping in a gust of wind against the window screens next to my desk- but it’s not bad. It’s just right. Makes people stay indoors and get on the internet or listen to music, or both. I’m doing both, don’t mind.This big black cloud has granted me with some time, a time for listening. the magic place, again, and again. it is soft and agitated and soothing and tender buttons.
and then this.