on top a hill

i let myself wander to the source of the reason (hoobastank). it reminded me so much of form 1, and how i recorded it on the MD from the stereo with much effort -perfect timing and all, and played it on an infinite loop.

so tonight, i walked out alone and heard them live, 1km apart. the palette of colours seen from a distance, us strangers standing at the edge of the slope on top of a wobbly wooden bench, accompanied by trees. it felt good, it was nostalgic, quite.