I’m waiting for the final moment you say the words that I can’t say.

Tune of the day CXXXV.

Just read the words. They matter. A lot. The melody is a bonus. An all around lovely song.

Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through
Into a bolt of blue
It’s no problem of mine
But it’s a problem I find
Living the life that I can’t leave behind

There’s no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won’t set you free
But that’s the way that it goes
And it’s what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows

I feel fine and I feel good
I feel like I never should
Whenever I get this way
I just don’t know what to say
Why can’t we be ourselves like we were yesterday

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I’m waiting for the final moment
You’ll say the words that I can’t say

Blade Runner.

Yo.

These past few weeks have been strange. They haven’t been bad and there’s some things that definitely have been good, but overall, it’s just been strange. It’s my head. Well, actually, my mind. It wanders places. Places I didn’t even know existed. Places I don’t know what to make of. Sometimes, I just catch myself and go – what the hell was that? I’m confused. Very confused. But in a good way. I think.

Anyways, to more concrete topics. Yesterday, I saw Blade Runner, featuring Harrison Ford. A crazy sci-fi future flick from the 80s. Cool story, cool settings, cool outfits. You know you got yourself a gem when, after the movie, you ask: “What happened to the unicorn?” Yeah, I never said it was a more normal topic. I really liked the film. It was cool. And Ford’s facial expressions alone were enough to make the movie get my approval. Very cool film indeed.

Daryl Hannah as Pris, in Blade Runner (1982).