kings
of convenience’s “mrs. cold” was the soundtrack to a sunny sunday. conditions were perfect for both running and
daydreaming. cool outside the sun’s rays
and warm in their path, the air itself seemed to massage my skin with
alternating strokes. palm muted lead
riffs in headphones gave the distinct sense of unreality and i spent the rest
of the day trying to recreate that feeling.
pretending my voice was on perma-echo, i alternated between the garage
and the shower to sing any words that couldn’t be held in. i didn’t speak a word in normal cadence all
day.
