16 hours of sleep, and i’m prepared for the seasons to change, for the leaves to float down and up, and up and down, until they finally just land and sit on the ground. it is the first of october. outside, the greyness seems to devour buildings, and cars, and animals, and people. inside, i’m listening to pau vallvé’s new song, with headphones, because it’s best heard like this. si pogués triar un poder, fent cas a l’inconscient, diria que ho tinc clar: voldria parar el temps, he sings, and i’m putting on my coat to collect some chestnuts.
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