Drinking makes me feel very bizarre for the next few days. As if it makes the gears in my head spin more swiftly when it comes to having a more vivid imagination (sadly used more for drifting into dark confrontations) and much more slowly in others (hello basketcase)


Walking into the midnight road close to my house listening to 'The Eraser' for the first has given me a zen-like calm. There was this river of light just too far ahead to be within reach. And a ghost carriage that was there for only seconds and then drifted into the shadows.