august

summer makes every city feel slightly fictional. #

August has that strange feeling where everybody is leaving somewhere, returning from somewhere or complaining that they are still here. Work changes completely because some regulars disappear on holiday while others arrive in a panic immediately before theirs. `”I leave tomorrow.”` Congratulations, I unfortunately cannot manufacture three weeks of Mediterranean sun by this evening.

Yuri and I went out tonight and everything felt slower at the beginning. Hot air, drinks outside, house, people dressed like fabric itself has become offensive. I wore the birthday perfume and realised it already smells like July to me. That’s how quickly it happens. A month ago it was blank and now I smell it and immediately think heat, work, turning twenty one, Yuri waiting downstairs, evenings that begin while it’s still light.

Music and perfume are basically time machines with better packaging.

Remember me, Eclipse.