Teisipäev, 26.september 2006. There?

I find the map and draw a straight line over rivers, farms, and state lines. The distance from here to where you'd be - it's only finger lengths that I see. I touch the place where I'd find your face. My fingers in creases of distant dark places. I hang my coat up in the first bar. There is no peace that I've found so far. The laughter penetrates my silence as drunken men find flaws in science.

Their words mostly noises, ghosts with just voices. Your words in my memory are like music to me.

I'm miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold gound. I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms.

[Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwrigth: Set The Fire To The Third Bar]

Teisipäev, 5.september 2006. Sügis

Sügis saabus liiga äkki. Juba varbad külmetavad, nina on tatine ja kopp on ees.