Now they are through with me

Two weeks ago in the Moroccan High Atlas mountains. Life was easy when looking at the clear blue sky, the sun slowly rising over dusty mountains. I sat with my silver bracelet that I bought from a long distance runner who hated the city. Now I’m under rainy Swedish skies, with a cold that I tried to cure with many glasses of whiskey two nights ago. The failure of so many things, and then this bubbling Deerhunter song comes along. Just in time.


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