The night is soft and slow. I have been listening to some music, very little apart from the zen chants. I feel like hitching a ride on a dream. Something romantic as a daydream. But only with music. And my cigarettes in the living room. I will put on Liz Phair Whip Smart album from when I was 20 something. Yes, tonight maybe I can indulge some reminescing which is not that.