rahatli-blog

[rahatli-blog]

mom still cries some nights but we are doing ok... we really miss you dad...

[rahatli-blog]

Listened to this one on a loop maybe 10 times, on a transatlantic night flight, post a relationship breakdown. Think it was all that kept me going...REPLY

[rahatli-blog]

tfw you date someone for 3 years, they ghost you to be an assistant museum curator in an East German shithole. 2 months later, and your dad tells you about a facebook post where she says you made her so nauseous through nothing abusive or physical that thousands of miles was necessary to get aware from your pheromones. Two years later you get a wedding invite and after 9 drinks stronger than pink rabbits still can't muster up the courage to go and ask "How the fuck couldn't I tell you openly despised me for the last third of our relationship and I was fucking oblivious. Feels good that something like that happened to someone as awesome as Matt.

[rahatli-blog]

Sinoć, nešto prije ponoći šetam Kišu. Noć je prohladna, zrak rezak, jesenski. Miriše trulež vlažnog lišća.

U ušima slušalice: Ryuichi Sakamoto. Baš sam krasno pogodio soundtrack, pomislim.

Šetamo tako kad primijetim čovjeka koji mi s ceste, desetak metara udaljen, nešto maše. Ima šešir i neki čudan štap u rukama. Možda i nije štap. U sjeni je, pa ne vidim najbolje. Vadim slušalice: - Recite... - Oprostite na smetnji, ali mislim da sam se izgubio. Možete mi reći gdje je bolnica Vrapče?

Oblaci se lagano razmiču nakon što je cijelog dana padala kiša. Mjesečina stidljivo škilji kroz ogoljele krošnje. Kao da je malo hladnije nego par trenutaka ranije.

- Naravno... nastavite u istom smjeru, još otprilike 2 kilometra... - Ravno kažete? 2 kilometra? Tako puno? A što se može....

Pročeprka sa štapom nešto po podu i s noge na nogu nastavi svoj noćni hod..