vendredi 16 Déc 2005, 23h12m

The type of music that happens to pass by the radio station on the car, there has been already too much on last night to express by words and there you are, driving home in the morning, 8 am and the highway lamps still shine on the cloudy evening. Then the voice starts calling from everywhere around you, reflecting off the windscreen and making you drift, away from the orange light of the sky and the blackness of the road.
And you forget, from ever listening to that song, don't even know its name or the band, until one night it comes back to you and brings memories of that morning.