New times ahead
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New day, new times.
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A certain sense of satisfaction struck me as I realized how I felt “done” with chasing skirts around. It was fun – I am good at it – and for now I have quenched that peculiar thirst for the games of hunt, it would appear.
Instead I long for something new. Something that isn’t on the same tried and tired stage that is my apartment, my good taste in music, my tasty food or my fuming bathtub. Longing for someone else to invite me over, for whatever reason.
A change in scenery. A change to my patterns.
A new challenge, of sorts.
A change in myself – as it seems everyone around me has progressed steadily. My “devil of the right shoulder” Hank has fallen in the best manner any black-winged angel could hope to fall:
Fallen in love.
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Adding up to that is how my brighter persona on the left shoulder has found a slight interest in my darker sides – something potentially sinful and suggestively unbecoming of what I used to consider some sort of “angel of light and purity”.
In the end we’re all human. Oh so human.
(which is a good thing)
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Been listening a lot to Tindersticks’ album Curtains – supposedly considered their strongest piece of work amongst the more beknowing fans. A good blend of class, raw life and fine tunes – like the second cheapest red wine around through some sort of synesthesia.
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Christmas time. Nothing new about it in itself, but the traditions had to take a straight blow as grandma’ has had to leave the house – where we usually get together this time of the year – and move to an apartment. They’ve grown old and worn out, my grandparents. Still, we made the most out of it and shared both smiles and tears like any family should.
A bit painful to see how grandma’ has lost her sense of taste, only feeling the consistency of the Christmas dinner. She used to educate in cooking, so good food means a lot to her…
Grandpa’ looked fairly well though, all things considered. It’s a lot easier for him to get around with his wheel-chair in the small (but not cramped) apartment. Not too much distance in between rooms and places. He has the will, which goes a long way.
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The will to get well. To get somewhere better.
Like the rest of us.
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