Little rhythmical bells and chimes twinkling in my ears. Tears hide in the back of my eyes, chugging down the track from Bangkok. Fields of cotton swaying in the breeze from side to side; or is that just me? palms stretching through the bright blue sky – sunbound. Green so vividly green it’s almost yellow. Studded with the occasional cow i think. Melancholy doesn’t come more melancholic. A Wizzing pink lotus, cement mixer, scorched red earth heading fast towards a tropical island perched on coral, so why do i feel so dark and so flat? Like a nodding dog swaying with the movement of the machine and the swerves and rhythm of the track, heading to paradise. Not shaping up, not growing. Just following the rhythm as we progress. With Vespertine in my ears and crying on my mind, heading to paradise. Drip. Drop.