let lemons be angry

Story-telling bores me tonight, because some stories are too real to risk being misinterpreted through words. The best life stories are too long. These last two weeks have been too long.

But the future can be summarized into a few things: on 11th june, me and the band will be flying to phuket with all our guitars, drums, mics, cables and whatnot. Next we will drive 7 hours down to hat yai, where we hear political riots are bubbling over. Up another 3 or more hours to a city with a long name (behold my ignorance), and then back to phuket to complete the two-week road trip.

Backtrack a little: our band showcase is on the 4th of june. I already feel the stage tingles. I know it's not about the music, but playing it reminds me why I signed up for this project in the first place. More details when I get them.

Whooooosh. I can see it all now when i look behind me-- yellow stone steps carved out in a nice row that i'd never seen before. God is truly in the details. But the designer who said that probably didn't know what truth he spoke. From not getting hit by trucks to knowing i should go for the night meeting, to staying in a room for one hour, to that special present waiting for me in the toilet.

Everything becomes of equal importance, that is to say, nothing jumps out with urgency anymore. I'm a sheep chewing on flowers in a fenced pasture, and I don't want to leave.