odd moments, where you’re confronted with your own reality and wonder if Alain de Button was correct when he said:
We dislike most people too much to do them the honour of arguing with them.
I made a promise to some friends to start writing again. Regardless of my lack of digital discipline or my offline ADHD lifestyle, I think way too much to not be sharing. And since sharing is caring became my new ‘Kumbaya-licious motto’, there’s absolutely no way to not live up to my words. A summer later, and a rain too short, I come to the conclusion that I fit Alain’s statement like a glove. This doesn’t mean, that more positive adjectives or superlatives couldn’t describe my experience in a nutshell, because they can. In fact, new worlds opened to me between century old trees while I listened to the Black Keys’ ‘Too Afraid to Love You’ on my phone.
It’s heaven on earth
In her embrace
Her gentle touch
And her smiling face (Too Afraid to Love)
Some days, it was truly heaven on earth, the smiling faces beamed gratitude and other days, the dark clouds added a few wrinkles to my face, but music always saved me a smile on the side. And if I have to give shout outs to something and someone. I must acknowledge the soundtrack to my summer; Brothers by the Black Keys, by far the most refined, raw, satin-like poetry set to music I have consumed this summer.
A sinister kid is a kid who
Runs to meet his Maker
A drop dead sprint from the day he’s born
Straight into his Maker’s arms
And that’s me, that’s me
The boy with the broken halo
That’s me, that’s me
The devil won’t let me be (Sinister Kid)
At the start of the Ramadan, one shouldn’t associate themselves with anything sinister, but this song touches my inner evilness and if it wasn’t for my lack of (any) editing or film making skills, I would have been making the video to this song, RIGHT NOW.
