Home of the fumbler…

With no explicit intention, I seem to be listening to the same songs I had on loop back in 2000-2002 – just after I got out of university. I used to be happy then, alone but happy. I can’t help but wonder why a two year long attempt to make somebody else happy has left me this..devastated.

You find nothing by losing yourself, least of all peace….

Anyway, It’s been a while since I heard Pearl Jam’s Release. Now when it plays, I can taste those happy days when I had no prospects, I was alone, 30 kgs heavier but fucking wonderfully happy and unreasonably positive about my chances at happiness and even more unreasonably confident in my specialness and brilliance.But it’s the taste that you can’t quite place and fully realize and that frustrates.

Back to the music.