Saturday

Even at 2 am, there are skaters crossing the night outside my window. Silence puts on a fake mask of joy and runs down my street, dressed in child's pyjamas.

Today,it felt like a sunday and we found ourselves talking of strange dreams,Oedipus and Dr. Freud and you made up a song on the banjo while I was making coffee and chocolate dessert; then, it was about revolutions that are about to break out and a "seaside town that they forgot to burn down" and we sang along to the old tune...

How empty our lives would really be without friends, old and new.Plain hopeless. So,I hugged all three of you, as if to say a big thanks to the world. 

Mr. Moon