Pleasant Dreams

I do not know if its pure coincidence but the name of a band in my home town, yes I refer to it like that even if I never lived there, is Pleasant Dreams. I bough at one of their gigs a t-shirt with their name and a bicycle .... Oh boy how can they be so right.

The emotional turmoil of which the previous post is all but a mere reflection is gone. Well a good 20 minute cycle ride listening to Eels can fix a persons mind. Nietzche was right, music is the most depraved of all forms of art for it manages to trigger feelings completely by-passing the rational par of the brain. I guess the hormones, have to check their name, secreted as part of the exercise did the rest.

If only our minds where not so frail. Then we may just not be Hiperboreans any more, we may be perfect.

In matters of the heart

In matters of the heart memories are difficult to handle.
In matters of the heart all else is subdued.
What is reality, what is myth, what is desire?
Which way to go when memories of the past unveil the hidden torrents?

The truth is: I do not know what to do...
Can you help me, my old friend?
Can you put some sense in me, or is it time to go full tilt, to live and regret what happened and not the lack of events.