No matter how much you try, you just can't plan days like these. They just happen. For me, once maybe twice each year. See, I got off work early and my plans to have lunch with Patrik Berg got cancelled, so I thought I'd just stop by my favorite book shop, Papercut, before I'd head home to get some more work done. But then I found myself turning left, instead of right by the end of the street and as the leaves slowly fell towards the pavement I put on Miles and Sonny Stitt, live in Stockholm '61 on my iPod. I walked around for two hours, inhaling the architecture in the south part of my hometown. This awkward, grand, small-minded, embracing, inhibited, anxious and beautiful city. I bought three issues of The Believer and some OJ. I'll spend the rest of the day on my balcony, reading.
/ M
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okej, texten till once i was so in love that i followed måste finnas någonstans. var?
den finns i bookleten till pretender-skivan! jag skulle gärna mailat den men tyvärr har jag inte kvar några texter på min dator :(
den finns i bookleten till pretender-skivan! jag skulle gärna mailat den men tyvärr har jag inte kvar några texter på min dator :(
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