Longer cigarettes

Aug 30, 2009 No Comments by The Big Poobah

Today, I changed the rating for “The Predatory Wasp of the Palaside Walls” by Sufjan Stevens from 3 stars to 5 on my iPod.

The song started at the exact moment when I stepped through the parking lot between my block and the one next to mine and looked up at the night sky. It wasn’t the ugly red that I see in Singapore usually, but was instead a beautiful and soothing black, with a few stars sprinkled here and there.

And at that time I wished for a moment that my cigarette never end, so that I could just stand in the cool breeze and stare at that sky forever and not have to go back up.

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