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.