I’m in Veddige at the moment. Mom and dad went to New York for a week and Sandor needs help with his papers so I figured now was a good time to go “home”. Add to that that the Winter Olympics just started – I don’t have a TV at the hostal. Well, there’s a TV but my 60 year old bosnian neighbour sits there all the time and his talking makes the watching experience a bit, uhm, rough.
Anyways, we didn’t get much done yesterday. Just sat around talking and Sandor raved a bit about hearing Opeth for the first time on swedish radio the other day while driving in his car. As soon as he got home he ordered an album. That’s kinda fun I think. Enough about that.
As I walked home yesterday I, by chance, looked up to the sky and I was almost in awe. I was like: “Man! This is incredible!” – and then I realised that when I was younger I used to be out watching the stars all the time. Somewhere down the line I lost that. Is that what happens to us? That we get blinders as we get older? I asked my friend Sandor about it and he said: “Yes, but you also lose them at a certain age”. He’s probably right. If not, the world is getting less and less fantastic.
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