beautiful music coming from the next door garden. i've just got in. i could tell them to turn it off, but it's hauntingly beautiful and i don't care. i'm going to go to sleep to the sound of a mysterious female voice. i've just come back. i could go over the evening, at uncle sam's in kingsland road, listening to live jazz, but maybe i won't.
just that the music made me think very hard, and the harder i thought the more i realised i can't ever remember anything. my mind is an empty box. a fine mesh, that lets everything go through. except the big stones. but they're not diamonds.
the music is still playing outside. i'm going to forget this soon enough. in the end i always do.
going to sleep whilst listening to music works for me every time.
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