i feel numb and static this evening, largely leftover from that crazy last night. im sorry if i disturbed anybody, though only maybe 2-3 of those people will be able to read this.

now its clear. fortunately i can think straight. the only thing i regret is that i couldnt enjoy the chatting after the ganja, since i was soo wasted to even stand up. Gokhan's place was the best part of the night-day. i knew the street dammn well since i took the two visiting american friends to the church near the house last summer. i always found high ceilings to be romantic and apartments that have them worth living. their cat slept on the floor with me. i was the only one left and last to wake in the house at around 2pm. when i woke i could feel the sound of rain on the street. i felt lonely to be honest but it didnt matter much really since there's not a permanent remedy for the inevitable nature of inner loneliness

on the other hand i loved bike's apartment's modern design especially the kitchen and the living room. i dont really know about the rest since didnt have a chance to see the entire house.

come on yeaaaaah, everything's not lost.