2.3 USE YOUR ILLUSION - FOURI go down the three bends and I’m down. I press skip.
I was well on with the rosé wine but my mother’s usual hints made me feel down to the ground: for the entire duration of the dinner, I was able to stay in mid-air without crashing, in a state of carefree melancholy.
I skip again and get to track eleven: When you’re talkin’ to yourself, and nobody’s home1. A shiver runs up my spine, cold and stinging.
I arrive at the post office, turn towards the football pitch and lower the windows down an inch: the crisp air tickles my face as I watch the dark and silent low condos surrounded by trees. I turn up the volume a little and see the subway station in the distance. The small pyramids around the entrance stairs give off a dim white light. I have been on undergrou
