dreams of late seem to be soundtracked with the musical stylings of autechre. they flow into reality like liquid asphalt, black and relentless, being laid out for a future purpose. i woke up from this aqueous state the other day, with her in my arms and a warm sweat percolating to the surface of my skin. gently i kissed and slid her aside, being careful not to force her out of her slumber. i need to get going, i need to go i mumbled to myself, but as my eyes danced across her outline, watching it rise and fall with each somnolent breath, i found myself captivated.
i watched this for a few minutes, indulging in a smoke, letting time slip by and thinking beautiful thoughts, before deciding to take my leave.
(i’m finding it difficult to write about anything else so… is this annoying?)