Coma Peace
Once upon a time when I had to spend a night in Changi Airport (Singapore)
I drank a bottle of Scotch whiskey which I had ripped out of the duty free satchel and smuggled into a water bottle.
Who knows how I didn't get caught and thrown into prison with the bubble gum chewers and other trouble makers.
I was on edge and distraught for various reasons. It had not been a successful trip.
The only thing that could put me to sleep was this song (on repeat).
I remember falling asleep and dreaming that I was napping in a park in San Fransisco.
It was a particular park which I have emblazened in my memory: near the water, in a quieter neighbourhood sloping down gently to the bay. I have a tantalizing recollection of the breeze and how it tasted on my tongue... I can almost relive it at will. I suppose it was one of my closest experiences to a state of bliss, or perfect relaxation, or something cliched like that.
I remember waking up with a foot long trail of drool hanging out of my lips and whiskey stains on my shirt.
I peered out the glass wall to wall windows, half-awake and groggily confused as to how the park got so dark quickly. I peered out at the dazzling string of lights that I assumed to be the city of Johor Bahru across the straits in Malaysia... but on later consideration it might have just been the tail-lights of a pack of Boeings lined up on the humid tarmac.
This moment often comes to mind when I try to crystallize my most vivid archetype of disappointment and destitution. The mirage of Johor Bahru at 4:30am while the vacuum cleaners droned around me in Changi Airport.
If you want to shut your blinds
and drink yourself stupid
and dream for 24 hours about the most peaceful wonderful memory you own
Then hopefully this song might take you there if you
relax
and just let your nervous energy dribble away between the floorboards
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I drank a bottle of Scotch whiskey which I had ripped out of the duty free satchel and smuggled into a water bottle.
Who knows how I didn't get caught and thrown into prison with the bubble gum chewers and other trouble makers.
I was on edge and distraught for various reasons. It had not been a successful trip.
The only thing that could put me to sleep was this song (on repeat).
I remember falling asleep and dreaming that I was napping in a park in San Fransisco.
It was a particular park which I have emblazened in my memory: near the water, in a quieter neighbourhood sloping down gently to the bay. I have a tantalizing recollection of the breeze and how it tasted on my tongue... I can almost relive it at will. I suppose it was one of my closest experiences to a state of bliss, or perfect relaxation, or something cliched like that.
I remember waking up with a foot long trail of drool hanging out of my lips and whiskey stains on my shirt.
I peered out the glass wall to wall windows, half-awake and groggily confused as to how the park got so dark quickly. I peered out at the dazzling string of lights that I assumed to be the city of Johor Bahru across the straits in Malaysia... but on later consideration it might have just been the tail-lights of a pack of Boeings lined up on the humid tarmac.
This moment often comes to mind when I try to crystallize my most vivid archetype of disappointment and destitution. The mirage of Johor Bahru at 4:30am while the vacuum cleaners droned around me in Changi Airport.
If you want to shut your blinds
and drink yourself stupid
and dream for 24 hours about the most peaceful wonderful memory you own
Then hopefully this song might take you there if you
relax
and just let your nervous energy dribble away between the floorboards
http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=VGlmYkJpVnNOMUR2Wmc9PQ