when you don’t want to get out of bed, when you don’t want to work, when you don’t want to write, when you don’t know what to do next, when you’re feeling a bit lost even though you’ve got no reasons, when you stare at the ceiling until you see psychedelic coloured spots, when you don’t want to take any decisions, when you don’t take any decisions. when you don’t know what you want. when all you want is sunshine, and all you get is murky, grey rain.
for all the nasty Mondays of the year, a few songs to make things better. or worse. here.
‘There is a form of happiness that consists solely in the absence of unhappiness. It is what you see in impressionist paintings, where the afternoon light decomposes everything around and makes it so that the only thing that matters from the eternity is one moment. And why wouldn’t I believe that happiness means a present that satisfies you?’
