Alien Light.

Time moves very strange right now. Or, it has moved weird for the last months. It is slow. Very slow. And at the same time so much is happening. All the time, happening. Fucking up, evolving, crying, laughing, fighting, hating, loving, coming to terms, discovering that I have not come to terms and back again in reverse order (or any kind of order you want). Plus, the rest of my life... It feels like I have no time to do stuff either. But I don't do stuff. I work or I walk or I stare at the walls.

I had a nice evening, though. Even though I had no "date" or such Hootchy Kootchy rocked. It always does. I don't think I have ever been to a place where everybody is just there to have fun, where the whole place is just built on the concept of entertaining yourself and where everyone (more or less) makes an effort to make it better, to look better.

Plus I got compliments for 1) my waistcoat, 2) my glasses and 3) my shoes. I think I might have gotten some kind of semi-compliment for my trousers too. It's nice to get compliments there because it sort of means you have pulled it off, you know? Plus I got an invitation (sort of) to some sort of gentlemens club for snazzy dressers, although I don't take the bloke that wanted me that seriously.

Today has not been the best of days, though. But it is OK, I guess. Or will be. It's just hard to constantly realize that this will never be again. It won't come back.



And I want this coat. Precisely this coat.