Whether you’re driving back home, chilling by pool, or just sat at a coffee shop killing time, there’s something about the last few hours before the sun sets during summer that feels a bit heartwarming, and simultaneously bittersweet – Call it the 5:00PM shadow cast, the sepia faded tone over your roses colored glasses, or simply, longing.
Late last month, a post came to surface and raided almost everyone’s instagram timeline (mine included). It was about a new music festival, yes a festival, called “Palm” which was set to take place in The Kingdom of Bahrain within the next year.
It’s intolerable, and amongst everything that has been partially bearable this past year, it seems like this specific conundrum has put so many in so much unease – it’s when your train of thought happens to run on a track with no grease, creating an abrade screech that seizes you at any moment; Mental Disorders.
It took around three years for Solange Knowles to release her second album, and awhile the wait, we were all amidst things that never seemed to fuck, and being locked within our own closets. As for Banks, it was more of a waiting game (pun intended).
It’s been a busy month, and a few days. It’s been filled with medical care, hustlin’, and SATC… Checkout this weekend’s playlist, for him featuring DVSN, Chance The Rapper, Jojo, and Troye Sivan’s floral art, with Alessia Cara.
Is it just me, or is time relatively passing by within a speed that I cannot comprehend? It’s either that, or I’m blissfully engulfed by the various Ramadan occurrences – occurrences that feel distinctive by the day.
It’s 30 days worth of prayers, spiritual intact, and the inevitable late night drives from wherever you are; not to mention the Ghabgas, and family oriented futoors – It’s the holy month of Ramadan.
It’s eccentric, it’s blend of the old and new, it’s about intangible feelings that we as mere humans cannot express – it’s about epithymy, and the never ending sense of gloom.