Nothing compares to you

Let’s get on with the theme, shall we? I had written in one of my previous posts, “Black”, that some songs become synonymous with a period or a moment of our lives. They come and go, rather quickly, like most feelings that are subject to the whims of time. Sometimes you revisit them just to […]

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Black

Some of these days you’ll miss me honey… Do you know the song? Or maybe I should ask, have you ever listened to it? Because I didn’t know of the song until I saw the lyrics in Sartre’s Nausea. Repeated several times. I had read the book when I was quite young – no, not […]

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