Listening to: 2046 o.s.t

It must have looked like i was supremely stoned.

Perched on edge of chair with legs crossed and shoe dangling, my neck against the rest; fingertip on fingertips, tucked into the space between chair and back. The pen still lies under hand, but all thought of work is gone as i gaze up at the dimmed lights in office. Of late i favour tracks with superbly strong melodic arrangements; rich and stimulating to which my thoughts drift after. Food for my silent ruminations. The only analogy that comes is of strong, warm hands and pressure on just the right spot. Closing of eyes and appreciation comes..instinctively, unhesitatingly,unabashedly.

Glen ong seriously makes me want to claw the stirrups out of my ears.