how grateful i am that we have minor chords to articulate the sorrowful moments.

distractions can cough up a mighty cloud that hides you from what is important. after some minor chord music, some soul-surfing, gilmore girls for an hour from now, i need a mighty long run to chase out the artificial pathos lingering in the corners. so hence, here i go. a million kms to purge my heart and mind.

but the rain seems to cometh. the sky threatens, at six pm. do not thwart my plans for catharsis! get thee out irreverent sun!