friendly correspondence reminds me that exactly one year ago i was roaming around beirut by myself, most usually in the rain but the majority of which spent inside coffeehouses and or on the corniche anywho. i just remembered this song, written by a canadian expat we had met randomly on the street. for some reason our standards of what’s socially acceptable and socially creepy are skewed when we are abroad, at least for myself — one night we went to his flat, where he showed us this song he had just written for new years 2011. one year later i’m thinking a lot of my time in beirut and this song.

well i am sick of this meaningless spending of my nights
2012 is here today
it’s amazing what comes to mind when you’re going to die
and i hope that you feel the same
hold my hand as we blow away
dress to impress and drink the night away

11:40 pm  •  6 January 2012  •  1 note