There are always these moments when you realize: Damn no one told me that or prepared me for this kind of situation.
So I stand there in the middle of this colourful mess, that life is most of the time unprepared and a little naiv and in the end it may not be perfect, but alright.
Wouldn't it be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd and weird and there is really nothing that can prepare you for all of the things that are thrown at you,
but what would we be without our fairytales and strange dreams.
What would we be without cottoncandychildhoodmemories and sugar rush weeks?
Probably more bitter than sweet.
I have finally concluded, maybe that's what it is about:
there's a lot of despair, nostalgia and weirdness, but also the odd moments of beauty, where time is no longer the same, where especially music - more than any other form of art - can create a sort of interlude in time, an elsewhere that comes to us while listening to a melody or tune.