3 May 2012
Mr. 25, driving outside in the pouring rain. Driving crazy to the hotel.
Naked stranger of the night, care-free. To room 25.
Mr. 25 dares to be different, stubborn. "Get me a guitar!" "To strum the night to a meditative state"
Mr. 25, his mind trickles nostalgia. Terribly composed eyebrows. Skin like frost. Scent of dirt. But..... delicate guitar strums.
Mr. 25, Why 25? Silent, collecting himself. "25 plagued my summer days spent as a changed boy" "25 and guitar is all I know"
Mr. 25, what changed you?
"No school"
Mr. 25 • Opuss № I