Autumn is unevitable, and with every gust of wind, every leaf turning yellow and falling down, with birds flying across the cloudy sky, I feel it. There were a few days when sun came out, and it was almost warm, but weather forecasts are quite sad.
I feel a little bit ill, but not sure yet. Hope it's going to pass.
I have 3 weeks of school starting 26th of September (less than a week), so I got to be cool and ready for it. At least, I have to go to sleep earlier, and not at 2 or 3am.
Finished reading "Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World" by Haruki Murakami (in Russian translation) for the second time. It's one of my favorites, I guess, though I like all of his books - I've read almost all of them, including short stories. There's just something about them, mystery and reality, it's bizarre and true at the same time. There's adventures and unexplained, and wise bits and relations, and overall mood in his stories touches me, I relate to his characters and it feels familiar, even if it has never happened to me, it still gets me. Many people read his books just because he became popular and got into mainstream, but that's not the reason I love him, never was. I've read "Wild sheep chase" about five years ago, and it instantly caught me, and I still feel this way, the way I felt that rainy August for the first time. And now, when the end of summer comes, I read his books again. Never get tired of them.
Another album I've been listening too this week - self-titled, by Chicago band To Destroy A City. It will be released in the end of September, but now you can check them out on their website.
Perhaps, it's not as good as Explosions in the Sky, but still it's a very descent post-rock piece with some electronic and industrial elements.
I've been listening to this album for a few days now, and I should say it's very good, as all their albums. I love these little quieter parts, background melodies and rhythm change throughout the songs. But that's all words, you should listen yourself.
Explosions in the Sky has always been perfect for me, to listen to their albums on early autumn days. I remember sitting in the dark sometime in October, in an empty little park, and laying on a bed, with headphones on, in blueish twilight..
I like this kind of flowers - without unnecessary perfection and pretense. Those humble beauties, growing in someone's garden, washed with dew, bent with wind and weight of raindrops, they smell like bitter autumn morning. Sun is almost gone, and their leaves reflect the greyness of clouds.
