In Sweet Harmony

The summer is upon us, and i wanted to thank you all for your kind emails throughout the dreadful spring that has led us to this crossroad in what we have come to despise. I have been singing songs that no one should ever hear. I have paced slowly through the dark streets of an early evening wasted and confused, but smiling and giddy at the stares from behind the darkened windows that act as a place for reflection, but all I can muster is a gentle Fuck You.

Unlike Low's of summer past (there have been two) there are no grande proclamations, no goals, and no statements of intent. Summer has simply arrived, and what will be, will be. Standing in the heat of night, waiting for busses that never arrive at the right time, breathing in the polluted stink of the drivers racing across the bridge that will take me forever to cross and chatting with past romances while pondering, good god! What my dear are you doing?

Songs loaded with meaning play themselves at the most opaque times. Summer is upon us, and every time I sit here I truly feel it may be my last.

But you should know that I have been busy dear reader, oh so busy. It is summer after all, and the windows are open and the sirens keep me awake at night, leaving the days bright and confused.

Being Boring

"Never!" She shouted in horror as he described the future while they lay in bed together. But it was true, there would indeed be a time far away from then, when the lovers would be in a room together without a desire to even speak to each other.

The Pet Shop Boys