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When we’re talking sometimes you say; “I like the sound of the birds coming from the background”.
Something about a song I listened to when I was in Mexico, was torn between two breakfasts, opted for the nostalgia. I would eat this onion, mixed peppers, eggs broken into the pan, scrambled eggs, with some hot sauce, and hot lemon tea. This was in a small market, when the sun was burning everything in Oaxaca. Under the Jaguar Sun
Put a pin in this. Any travellers in the house? Put your hands up and touch the first ceiling, did you ever do that when you were a kid? The climb on the bed, or a wardrobe, or a desk, and try to touch the ceiling, do you remember the texture? Mine was a satin finish, straight white ceiling, concrete building, a part of my childhood.
A tent on the beach, it was slightly transparent, the ceiling would bend, I could see the sea under the blanket as I was waking up, the bed was sand, the sand was shaped awkwardly because of our bodies. It was uncomfortable, beautiful. Wilderness.
English red brick homes of all sorts, churches, schools, halls, carpeted floors, wooden vertical windows, decommissioned fireplaces, there’s a smell, some white fluorescent lights, some tea, milk and honey, sweaters, slightly cloudy days, some calmness, and it’s silent, because the thick walls block the sound, and the carpet eats whatever is left of it.
* In parts of the U.S. it’s almost the same, but the floors squeek, and there’s some sort of pine or maple resin smell, plus you can’t trust the cardboard walls.
The color of the water is different everywhere. It’s confusing because all waters eventually touch each other. Generally shades of blue, green, and brown.
I’ve met more shop clerks whom I’ve seen on daily basis than I can remember. They live behind my head somewhere, I know that I’ve seen their different clothes, their children, wives and husbands, I know I said “hope you get better soon”, or shared something very personal and we bonded at some point, I did this in multiple languages, you did it too, we live together. Check your mind, where are you? If you’re in a carpeted house with not so many sounds, and you’re alone, and it’s a mellow day, it’s easy, remember, smell, the sound, the touch, the haircuts changing of the people we love, people we met, our one, them noticing that, us noticing theirs, the clothes and the style changes, the big breakthroughs, a friend going deep and coming out completely different, same thing happening to us, we came here together.
And we’ll all go together.
Although it was stuck in my mind as “we’ll all go there together.”
The song is called Wild Mountain Thyme and is Irish.
Nevermind the awareness. Feels comforting, the ability of riding the wave. Hug the feeling, eat the chocolate, drink some coffee with milk. Ate all the chocolate, drank all the coffee, took a deep breath. Pull the pin out now:
All the same, under the sun, inside the water.
Something about a song I listened to when I was in Mexico, was torn between two breakfasts, opted for the nostalgia. I would eat this onion, mixed peppers, eggs broken into the pan, scrambled eggs, with some hot sauce, and hot lemon tea. This was in a small market, when the sun was burning everything in Oaxaca. Under the Jaguar Sun
Put a pin in this. Any travellers in the house? Put your hands up and touch the first ceiling, did you ever do that when you were a kid? The climb on the bed, or a wardrobe, or a desk, and try to touch the ceiling, do you remember the texture? Mine was a satin finish, straight white ceiling, concrete building, a part of my childhood.
A tent on the beach, it was slightly transparent, the ceiling would bend, I could see the sea under the blanket as I was waking up, the bed was sand, the sand was shaped awkwardly because of our bodies. It was uncomfortable, beautiful. Wilderness.
English red brick homes of all sorts, churches, schools, halls, carpeted floors, wooden vertical windows, decommissioned fireplaces, there’s a smell, some white fluorescent lights, some tea, milk and honey, sweaters, slightly cloudy days, some calmness, and it’s silent, because the thick walls block the sound, and the carpet eats whatever is left of it.
* In parts of the U.S. it’s almost the same, but the floors squeek, and there’s some sort of pine or maple resin smell, plus you can’t trust the cardboard walls.
The color of the water is different everywhere. It’s confusing because all waters eventually touch each other. Generally shades of blue, green, and brown.
I’ve met more shop clerks whom I’ve seen on daily basis than I can remember. They live behind my head somewhere, I know that I’ve seen their different clothes, their children, wives and husbands, I know I said “hope you get better soon”, or shared something very personal and we bonded at some point, I did this in multiple languages, you did it too, we live together. Check your mind, where are you? If you’re in a carpeted house with not so many sounds, and you’re alone, and it’s a mellow day, it’s easy, remember, smell, the sound, the touch, the haircuts changing of the people we love, people we met, our one, them noticing that, us noticing theirs, the clothes and the style changes, the big breakthroughs, a friend going deep and coming out completely different, same thing happening to us, we came here together.
And we’ll all go together.
Although it was stuck in my mind as “we’ll all go there together.”
The song is called Wild Mountain Thyme and is Irish.
Nevermind the awareness. Feels comforting, the ability of riding the wave. Hug the feeling, eat the chocolate, drink some coffee with milk. Ate all the chocolate, drank all the coffee, took a deep breath. Pull the pin out now:
All the same, under the sun, inside the water.