Going through an old playlist, getting struck by two years of memories so vivid, so pertinent and visceral, they are almost tactile. I can feel them as if they have textures, textures rubbing against against my calloused fingertips. Pervasive memories like lucid dreams. Entering Lasalle and making friends with Agri. Tim – rain, white sheets and riding horses. Starbucks Liat. Painting the school at night with Hazel and Sheryl and getting busted the day after. Joe and excesses. Sheena and mister tea afternoons. Holding on to Jinesh as he goes down the other fork in our crossroads.

In case you were wondering, it is 周杰倫 (duh!)

Life hasn’t had a soundtrack lately, which is just as well. I want to forget this terrible stasis.

Much empty love!