I'm in the elevator packed with people. It's a long day at work and everybody is trying to get out of the building as fast as they can.
I'm one of them.
It's Thursday night and I have this feeling I don’t even know how to describe in my head since there are a lot going on in my life lately. Sad, tired, excited, depressed, lonely, happy, tense -- you named it and I guarantee it won’t perfectly fit what spinning in my head right now. So, I told myself I should stroll around a bit to let that energy out before I go home. I know I've been living here for three years and there probably is nothing excited me anymore, but I could stop by at GAP to get a nice jacket for myself (of course, they're on sale) or just simply watch street artists perform. It's downtown San Francisco after all.
As far as my imagination goes, I’m still stuck in this fcuking elevator which, by the way, keep stopping on every single floor on its way down. I pulled out my iPod but can’t decide which song I’d like to hear, so I do what I normally don’t, press “shuffle songs”.
At the moment when I don’t care about what I’m about to hear anymore, the familiar strumming sound of guitar pops in my head. Unexpectedly, “Happiness Is” from Modern Dog is what I heard and it perfectly synchronizes my feelings. Suddenly, the world is in slow motion.
That, to me, is a miracle.
I said that because there are thousands of songs in my iPod and this one was randomly selected, first. Yet, there is no word in this song. I turned off my iPod after the song ends. It’s the only one I need, and I don’t want any other song to ruin the moment. Unconsciously, I’m in front of BART (subway train) station feeling like I just got back from a trip to another planet.
"Very well then…" I talked to myself.
"…let’s go home".
bg* is all around
Sep15, 05
San Francisco