Those thoughts built together, theories and little agreements, details spent hours and years discussing before reaching perfect and agreed upon conclusions. All those constructed convictions and values that once helped us define ourselves. Many of them are still valid, but living and working in their separate realities, transformed into two independent truths. We suddenly grew apart and I lost the person who once sparked my mental development, my best and most valued friend. You, your mind and your ability to understand will be missed and thought of, always.
I give you one hour of Portishead, the 1997 concert at Roseland in New York. It’s your day today.