Message for Max: This is possibly related to my current heady state of workless thinking and relaxation. Or perhaps there are too many nostalgia particles in my mind at the moment. Or perhaps not. I’ve been listening to Jeff Buckley a lot over the last couple of days. There’s a song called ‘Morning Theft’ that I’ve been listening to a hell of a lot. Just have a listen, okay?
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
You know the meaning fits. There’s no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.