Sometimes silence is golden. After a wonderful night of pizza and a painted view of the Mediteranean, this morning lying in bed, I do not feel the need for music. It is as it is.
There haven't been many moments in my life were I've felt invincible... but somehow driving around in an old volvo blasting a friend-of-a-friend's ipod on shuffle on roads that are normally jammed packed in peak hour but were abandoned at 9pm... i felt it. From Regina Specktor to Michael Jackson covering the Beatles- the beauty of shuffle had never been so apparent.
So now as I lay here, with my dog 'shrewn' across my legs, with recollections of bad italian accents, cheesecake, a particular English accent, quirky shoes and non-existent long blacks- silence is golden. Because it allows a little of the past seep into moments of the present- living twice!.
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