taking in the sun in a exaltation to you

Tuesday morning is looking to be well lit.
The sun is up earlier than usual. There is frost on my roof and the house is so damn cold it is just not true.

No words are coming in the order that I would like them to do so.

Is it fair to say that distance and time and space and age and culture are the things that keep people apart? Sometimes I wonder if holding the stance of ‘hopeless romantic’ is just asking for it. Should any of the above govern what is to come?

Do we see these things in everyday life, or only in one’s own life everyday?

I’m not sure where this is going, but I know that if you listen to The Cure, Interpol, Broken Social Scene, Sonic Youth, Arcade Fire, Deftones, Eric Clapton, Led Zepplin, Kings of Leon, Bush, The Sisters of Mercy, Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Natalie Merchant and the Levellers on repeat for five hours and talk to a drunken friend about your most serious relationships that were not to be and the reasons why, followed by a fleeting synopsis of your own personal desires for the future of your heart… not only are you most probably a complete idiot, but you should most likely stop thinking so much about the hypothetical and just go with it, like any decent protagonist in a particularly smooth film.

The direction in which to go?

Onwards and without the faded desires and bitterness, but instead like the kamikaze; deeply confused and headlong and strong, minus the aeroplanes and knowing what awaits. Take it as it comes, dig the playlist and appreciate that it is (still) unlikely that anything will make any more sense the following day.

Any point here? Nope.

Except perhaps that nihilism might not actually exist within that which is commonly referred to as ‘love’.

If anyone happens to have made a film that sums this up, I would kill to see it… please submit it to CANNES in a VAN.

Thanks.