It started out with a kiss.
How did it end up like this.
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.

– Mr Brightside by The Killers

Mr Brightside is one of those songs that you can love wholeheartedly.

And loving things wholeheartedly is one of the most important thing you can do.


At a certain (mystical) point in time, you will start realising that this may all be real.

Up to that point, you hold a strangely strong suspicion that you wake up every day to a fantastical world masquerading as the real world and you go to sleep each night to a place where real things contrive to make you believe that they are just a dream.

You are secretly gleeful that you are in on the secret but you never tell a soul that you know the truth.

Because the truth is more truthful when you do not share it with people.

And then that certain (mystical) point in time happens.

That is when you realise that you you do not know shit. (Or that all you have ever known is shit. Same ‘o, same ‘o.)

Which is kind of liberating, except that liberty is kind of heavy (She’s so heavvvvvyyyyyyy. She’s so heavy, heavy, heavvvvvyyyyyy.)

Yup. And that is how the cookie crumbles.


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