作词 : Nicolai Vesterkær Krog
作曲 : Nicolai Vesterkær Krog
"I'm happy you had time after all", she says. "What's been keeping you so busy?"
Deadline after deadline after deadline. I was literally working up until not much more than an hour ago, I say. Drinking while I was working, which seems to have become an occasional habit for the last months, after I realised I was actually capable of doing that.
Time is already lapsing a little – in and out of consciousness, or focus at least - attention shifting between vision, sound and thought. I wonder how far I can trust my own perception.
My pace here at the club is unchanged from my pace before I got here. I work from the second I wake up and I keep working until I go to bed, often until after I've gone to bed. All day, every day. Of course I dream of work too. Work is pretty much all I do. It's been like that since we broke up. I'm not sure who I'd be without it. Or why. I rush through every task. It's all about speed, but it's also all about precision and precision takes time, which makes speed even more important. And so the way I move from one task directly into the next, my pace hasn't slowed before arriving at the club. For the third time the past hour, we are handed drinks at the bar. And been to the bathroom just as many times. The music is moving me, but the thought of entering the dancefloor feels like a game of Tetris, and I'm not sure which direction to go - left or right, up or down. I feel beside myself, out of sync with myself. I look at her who appears out of it too. The situation I find myself in is my own responsibility. My doing. It’s the consequence of the choices I’ve made. The way I live my life is my own responsibility... It is the consequence of my priorities, conscious or subconscious. If I want a different life, I need to go back and choose differently.
I can go back and rewrite it all. So where do I begin?
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作词 : Nicolai Vesterkær Krog
作曲 : Nicolai Vesterkær Krog
"I'm happy you had time after all", she says. "What's been keeping you so busy?"
Deadline after deadline after deadline. I was literally working up until not much more than an hour ago, I say. Drinking while I was working, which seems to have become an occasional habit for the last months, after I realised I was actually capable of doing that.
Time is already lapsing a little – in and out of consciousness, or focus at least - attention shifting between vision, sound and thought. I wonder how far I can trust my own perception.
My pace here at the club is unchanged from my pace before I got here. I work from the second I wake up and I keep working until I go to bed, often until after I've gone to bed. All day, every day. Of course I dream of work too. Work is pretty much all I do. It's been like that since we broke up. I'm not sure who I'd be without it. Or why. I rush through every task. It's all about speed, but it's also all about precision and precision takes time, which makes speed even more important. And so the way I move from one task directly into the next, my pace hasn't slowed before arriving at the club. For the third time the past hour, we are handed drinks at the bar. And been to the bathroom just as many times. The music is moving me, but the thought of entering the dancefloor feels like a game of Tetris, and I'm not sure which direction to go - left or right, up or down. I feel beside myself, out of sync with myself. I look at her who appears out of it too. The situation I find myself in is my own responsibility. My doing. It’s the consequence of the choices I’ve made. The way I live my life is my own responsibility... It is the consequence of my priorities, conscious or subconscious. If I want a different life, I need to go back and choose differently.
I can go back and rewrite it all. So where do I begin?
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8