Walkin Blues in The Beginning

Sitting down on the bench overlooking the pond listening to some Robert Johnson. Thinking about how fast time passes and how our life is just a small spect on the giant cosmic time-line. Weird to think about that this moment, this mind, this body in a split second will no longer exist, never to happen again. Each day is a close movement to the end.

Atleast there’s music in the world because music is the fucking best.