it's all about escapism.

being in a concert, in that space, is an amazing experience, because for that given period of time, ninety minutes, perhaps two hours, you're captivated. the piercing and affecting sound that is the singer's voice, or the sound his instruments make, fill not only that particular physical space and your ear canals but your entire being, your conscious, that there is no room for other thoughts or worries to distract you. you're fully enveloped by that music, it is an ultimate escape. this was my night and i adored it.



or it's like reading a book, being invited to that particular scene, to find those particular characters, situations, that make you smile and feel your bosom swell with happiness at just the words. it's what yoshimoto banana is giving me with her book, that i am sad to see it is a book only one hundred seventy pages long or somewhere therabouts, that i cannot go on reading this treasured thing for much longer, that all too soon, it will all be over, there will be no more words like those to continue to read, to make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, in a different world not my own.

(on the train from work this afternoon,

fighting the low grade irritation,

fighting exhaustion,

trying to sum up how i felt last night, and last few days)