We’re All Together In The Same Boat

April 01, 2020

When you go with the flow, you either get scared of it and don’t see the sun, nor the sky above, don’t feel the breeze, nor the water or you embrace it and notice the fireworks.

Your choice.

God, the feeling of getting back home, at sunset! You trick yourself into a tea and (only) an episode of Call My Agent. Luckily, you’re not a binge watcher. The eagerness you watched it with, the first time, however, kept you in a fun loop. Now, you enjoy it one episode at a time, it’s the second (third?) time. And you stick to your plan and are about to start working. It’s already 8pm, but you’re cool with what you have to do, you like it. After disinfecting everything you’d entered the house with. It took you a while. Suddenly, you feel it coming. While peeking at the episode. It ends and ~ whoop ~ you put your headphones where they belong. You just want to listen to a song. With the headphones on, in a different kind of intimacy, not with all of your neighbours at once. You, actually, like your neighbours. But you’re in the soft, starred, gently perfumed in the morning robe, it has pockets to put the phone with its music in. I’ve got free hands now.

Here we go.

Part of the soundtrack of my life.

You pause the tv, it’s now in the background. Just one more song and I’m on it, but the light is so nice, it’s warm, it’s the mood you’re melting in at home. You’re up on your feet.


The obsession I had over this, man…

And I’m dancing, I haven’t even realised it. I always miss dancing. Five songs begin and end, randomly, yet I only let the ones I’m really, really into.


This always put me in a mood. Still does.

Some time passes. From five minutes to hmm, some fresh air on the terrace would be great to some fresh air on the terrace with my music straight into my ears feels so good.


It’s cold, it’s about nine and a half on this late March that feels like late February and tomorrow is the 1st of April, it’s the birthday of someone special in your life. My life. It’s so wonderful in the house. I brush my teeth. With the headphones, still. Done, I put out the headphones, the phone on the bed, I take a shower. Get into pajamas. Fine. Pajamas. It matters. Putting the laptop on the bed. Done. Turn on the light of the lamp on the nightstand, I like that one a lot, as well. Just one more song. Headphones back on. The light is still on, it seems like it keeps me in this dizziness of “I’m on it”. It feels so nice. Sinking into the bed. Watching the videos of the songs on YouTube. Still on the phone. Getting pretty quickly back to Apple Music. Oh, but I want to watch the video of it, too. For the a lot of times time. You watch, listen.

I showed my brother last time he was here this. He loved it. Yes!

A friend is writing something to me. I reply with a song. She sends me a song back. I don’t know what the artist is singing about, but it seems like words don’t really matter right now.

That something…


And yum.

You close your eyes. Feel the sound so crisp in your ears ears. I turn off the light. You’re curious what song begins next. Now it’s, genuinely, just the music and me. No tricks. I so missed this.

Anytime this is on, a moment of clarity comes along and sparkles. Finely.

There was someone I had a very powerful, out of the blue connection with and it was this song that I was finger gunning big time at him on. He didn’t even know the lyrics that well. But then he did when I sang it to him, wahaha, Mwa!

I don’t know when I got out of bed, won’t say straight dancing out of it, it goes without saying, I could have not said it, but I did, in the dark, in pajamas, silence over the city, world. Music in my ears.

About M.I.A.:

I like this so much. I felt oxygen kicking in the first time I saw it.

Back to bed.

It’s either this or Lemon that I like to dance on. Dancing to Lemon with a bunch of people who has no idea of the song whatsoever is so fun.
I love fun, what can I say.


I thought I’d be sleeping by now. Still here, though. After N.E.R.D.’s 1000, how could I have even thought of sleeping?

Back somewhere really deep inside of me.

Just in time.

And this is how this evening I, completely, ignored any sort of planning almost transformed into, yet again, an ode to Pharrell Williams. But I’m on a different flow right now, Pharrell is definitely on it, and I just let it be. The flow. Stopped searching. I’m going to sleep.

After this. Give me a microphone, please.

F*ck, Safe And Sound has just started. This and then I’ll fall asleep. Can’t wait to wake up.

… Or into a Justice ode.

Concerts on my mind.

Danger of yet another flow. Of fireworks, hello.

In your mailbox would be ideal, yet in your e-mail is pretty close, yay!
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Hey, this is Cristina Pavelescu wearing a music cassette sweater, decoding (life) style and writing from wherever, yet always living in OZ, a world I invite you into. To smile in front of our screens (and live one day), put any kind of questions, answer in writing (or imagination) and marvel at fashion which is, in fact, style.


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