I’m lying here on the floor of my room hooked to my laptop, headset on.
I’ve thrown most of the furniture out and painted the walls. fresh pages.
I’m lying here listening for the first time to Leonard Cohen’s latest album and I feel like melting into the carpet, like bursting through the walls, growing above this city like a huge tree of song.
Maybe it’s just the intoxicating smell of fresh paint or the growl in Cohen’s voice but I think I’m…what’s the word… happy.