stupid ideas
“ I think some friendships are that way. They don’t need chronology and cannot fit into a linear narrative. Every time it’s like you’re seventeen again.“ - The Muse Letter No. 155
I spent last week in Europe as international TikTok would describe it, even though to me of course, I’ve just been home in Germany to recollect myself. To experience summer, to have my body flick that switch that only happens when the temperature rises over 26 degrees, when it permeates my skin and thoughts suddenly stretch slower, so that if you’d call me during that time my voice would be lull and mellow and you’d think I’d had a glass of wine too many for lunch which is a thing that never truly happens in Scotland where I live now.
On Wednesday morning I call my parents and tell them that I’ve booked a flight and will see them on Sunday. There’s reasons to see them apart from the weather but the weather chart is what I look at repeatedly with glee the following days. A whole week above 25 degrees, seven suns one under the other smiling back at me: jackpot.
It’s in summer where I get stupid ideas, like dyeing my hair pink, well half of it, so th…