Here I am, sitting in the dark, listening to Bach. I should probably change music, but I can't be arsed. I had a dream last night in which I was crawling around the secret little pathways in an old mansion. Every now and then I'd reach a room, and it would sometimes be like a baroque ballroom, other times it'd be a haven of modern art, installations and statues. And then in the end I ended up in the church where I was baptized six years ago. It was a funeral, and all I could see was the open coffin. I didn't know the dead person. I did actually walk into that church once when I was 12-ish, and the first thing I noticed was the black coffin in the middle of the room. It wasn't actually open, but it felt like I was somehow thrown at it, involuntarily exposed to the reality of death, so to speak.
On a more annoying note, I'm currently trying to download some instrumental jazz, but I'm having no luck whatsoever. God damn the internet.
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