Why are they lost, why are these things lost?
Isn’t it just because they’re not new? Isn’t it natural that you’d look back and feel change on reflection as a slightly unsettling emotion?
I’d like to do this and that but I’ve become too business minded.
But there’s a mystery. It’s a mystery to do with the connections between people.
What can I not be connected? Is it not enough like a movie, is it too real, is it not perfect?
Am I not passionate enough, how come I can sense it but I don’t understand it?
In the night, there is somebody, and they are very unique. They are special.
Man I’m getting into this more raw writing style! I barely make any sense any way so why bother? Why not just go all like weirdcore on it?
I thought I was supposed to be a DJ. Look, I’m an artist! I used to talk about how you feel these vibes and they can’t be understood. It’s about the city and life, it becomes mundane.
Do we need magic in our lives, do we need to have silly dreams that make us hope?
I’ve gone too far with business, I can’t stop. But I’m not thinking of sweet cash, like mad rich, I don’t. I think of my youth, mysteries I discoverd, unfolding layers of . . .
narratives.
Going looking for it, going knocking on doors it seems do futile.
It’s lost, it’s escaped. But I hunt it.
I don’t think money can help me now.
Maybe I gotta do that mix, I just I gotta do what I gotta do, get it out of the way, see beyond.
But right now I’m going to sleep.
