Now, here I am sitting on my bed again typing…I really did start off with my thesis and meant to stick to it (at least for a little while) but I just couldn't ignore the recurring lines of someone singing ‚You're beautiful'… and again… ‚You're beautiful' it announces publicly and affirms repeatedly from my neighbour's window. There is something demanding in this statement, but you can't point your finger at it, can't make any more sense out of it, except for actually feeling a little more beautiful now than you have before…
Slowly the pretence of feeling addressed fades. After all it's just a song, right? And it