Liner Notes

DSC #8: Bright Eyes “First Day Of My Life”

On the way to Gordes. March, 2009

It was the definition of serendipity, our story. Boy is on holiday, boy meets girl. girl brings boy around her city. fun. laughter. connection. boy leaves. boy keeps in touch online and with letters and girl does the same. girl saves up to visit boy, twice. boy puts girl up, takes her around his city, puts up with her anal-retentive crap.

What could be more perfect? We all think we know what perfection is, but the fact is that it’s so rare, at least in my life, that I probably wouldn’t recognise it even if it were to slap me in the face. We are often told that perfection is hard to come by, impossible to attain, even. But no one’s ever talked about how to hold on to it, should it ever come knocking on your door. Besides perfection is just a point of view, isn’t it? What’s perfect to you may not be perfect to someone else.

We have a connection, a real one. He knows what I’m saying before I finish, and I him. We read each other pretty well. All the elements of the classic love story are there. Except the love bit. I’m the romantic, he’s not. I’d like to believe that I can do anything if I put my mind to it; he says it’s impossible. Plus, we are 6611 miles apart. If you list them down, the cons are almost as long as the pros.

It was the definition of serendipity, our story; I guess I got enchanted by it myself.