reflection – jari m

a note to the reader who is myself:

Even in your dénouement, you are still beginning.

(Hopefully the last time I’ll celebrate at home because of a pandemic).

It’s 1:46AM and we still have things to do.

Again, change –the art, me, you.

The biggest group in the world releases great music exactly when I need them.

More room for regrets. Give me your thoughts, as I seem to have none.

Reading old works, apparently, is also a bit like awkwardly meeting yourself as a stranger