April 9th

No one in my family played music, and yet I feel drawn to this building.

I see people walk out of the building carrying instruments (although it’s hard for me to tell which ones) – they seem so happy. They’re talking, I’m not sure what about. They’re smoking cigarettes.

I want to go inside, but I think I’m too out of place wearing this brown trench coat. I somehow feel brown is not so fashionable here.

In general I feel quite comfortable looking into buildings that I’m not supposed to go into. It’s a very familiar feeling, and somehow it’s a jigsaw puzzle trying to figure out what something is all about from the outside.

It’s also a good way to avoid being disappointed. I think memories are the same.