It's currently a rainy Sunday in glorious South Dublin.
Cold and carried away, but I'm still here.
Bored, naturally, without the will to do anything.
Listening to the new Meg & Dia album, Here, Here and Here.
Which is rather splendiferous.
When, in reality, I should be knee deep in notes and theorms and mourning my broken calculator.
In fantasy, I am sitting beside a warm Greek ocean, watching my hair dry wispy and twisted, and letting the salt crust over my elbows and fingertips and knees.
Damn the weather, I'd like to go fishing.
Not to catch guppies, but to bask in the poeticness of it all.
And that is how my mind works.
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