6.1 A SIMPLE MISTAKE - THREEIt’s Sunday evening and I’m drinking an IPA beer, sitting in the kitchen, in front of my computer.
The furniture around is still and I am thinking, with the taste of citrus hops in my mouth, that somehow I am managing to change my life. To take it in my hand, upsetting everything, and make it mine: mine again, if it ever was mine. And I did it immediately, following my instincts, as the reader of hearts suggested.
The band plays the same album that keeps performing over the last few days, even in the car. The performance is almost completely identical: only the bass and the bass drum are not as neat and clear on the four wheels, but I think it’s to do with posture, given the narrowness of the moving environment.
So rise and be your master, because you don’t n
