it feels like it’s a combination of all the people that have contributed a value to my person. the deep sounds as the ones that have made me realize who I really am and what I really want in life and the high tones reminding me of my energetic spirit and how I want to be floating around my social network.

it’s reminding me of the first time that I heard this piano masterpiece when I was 14 and only starting to recognize who i was and wanted to be as a person. It also reminds me of the people that I surrounded myself with and what they contributed to me back then. it’s not upsetting nor positively energizing, it’s a weird feeling of understanding, who I was and who I want to be.

if “comptine d’un autre été, l’après-midi” was a person, they would be like a personal yeti showing you the sunrises of your own personality. like the snowboarder in chalet girl. i hope you all have your own yeti, in person or in music, in art or in literature, something that can explain where we come from and where we’re going and the connection of it all. how our net of character and personality was sewed and which strings had to rip so that other ends could be tied. being ripped off of something or someone can hurt for a moment, but the healing that happens as new ends are tied, or pinky promised, seals those wounds like pawpaw first relieves and then heals cuts and bruises.

i have a pretty clear vision now, at twenty-six, which stages of my life were accompanied by what kind of personalities and how they tipped me into a path line that was my own. the flower child to skater girl, the rebel phase to sunflower, the shadows and the sunshine. i like to think of all of it as universes colliding for periods of time, leaving your own universe shifted whenever a collision spans over a certain amount of time. there will be some that are temporary but i like to believe there is also some that are meant to stick together, where they share and give back and forth, grow wisdom together.

the ones those tied ends build a thread of belongingness with you. those, whose interest cannot fade.
those, other than lovers, that are drawn to you no matter what. you’ve grown to be dependent of one another, but in the most beautiful holding hands while growing up kind of way.