“You, a bed, the sea” (3)

A broken cassette tape near a tree trunk on the pavement in the Amsterdam Pijp, with the tape spilling out.

Friday

“It is Friday. I woke up around 11:30. I didn’t sleep well, yesterday. Because I had some visions. I mean … strange, I was thinking that the music was following me, everywhere.
Now it is Friday night, around 3 o’clock Greek time. And I have been trying to call you from 2:30 on! But always the line is busy.