The Familiar Fog.

Dazed and confused, I awake by my alarm. All my room mates are already awake and they are asking questions like: "Who the fuck is this guy?" and "Why doesn't he turn his fucking alarm off?" So I open my eyes and apologize. They just laugh and go back to sleep.

I was sitting in the Dome café last night, fucked up on pure mau, surfing the net. I came across an email sent to me by my mother, one of those sentimental one's, the one's with tears drooling all over it. I take my time to really read it, to imagine how it would be to have a son on the other side of the world and just being powerless. She is telling me that she misses me and that I shouldn't worry about money. So I put some Massive Attack on and press reply...

Once I've written a few sentences I start to feel this weird emotion, it comes over me as the track "Butterfly Caught" plays in the back of my head. I'm telling her that I'm alright and that I really appreciate her lending me money, that she saved my life (once again) and that I have a solid roof over my head. I'm telling her, in the most sensitive and honest way possible, that I will never move back home again because of my love for this country.

Once I've written a paragraph or two, the song "Angel" comes on. I tell my mother that I love her and that I miss my sister and her very much. In this moment of true honesty and open-hearted dialog, a rush of old, dusty feelings comes flying though me. I can't stop the pressure from overwhelming me, so I sit there, at the Dome and cry like the tiny little brother/son that I really am...