Sometimes, there are days where everything seems to fall into place like the pieces of a puzzle. It's not about solving any riddles or big questions of life, it just seems that everything you do and everything that happens to you is somehow, well, connected or put into (a somewhat right) place. Today was like that. Getting up in the morning, the daily routine carried out with a little more care and attention and carefullness than usually. Feeling special and dressing especially for no particular reason. Beautiful weather, one of those first days of spring were you can feel your body taking in the light and the warmth and the air and those soft, pastel colours of spring like a dry sponge filling up with liquid. Reading arcticles or books that are appearently not related to each other but somehow make sense together, when you feel like all those informations and inputs are immediately turned into synapses in your brain. Laughing hillariously for minutes about a Lacanian pun ('hommellette'). Finishing all the things you've set yourself and going home with a feeling of pure satisfaction of "work done". Having your IPod on shuffle, and all the songs played seem not conditioned by an alleatory function, but by your feelings and moods, a perfect match for each one of it: laughter, dreaminess, that particular joy of spring, just a small drop of melancholia. Going to the cinema alone to watch a movie you've heard only good things about and still being amazed by its beauty, completley sucked in by its images. Ending the day with the Largo of Bach's piano concert in F minor.
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