When I listen to John Mayers texts, sometimes they’re about me. And sometimes they’re not.

John Mayer text

One thing that’s good about living in Skärholmen is that on the long subway ride to, or back from, Södermalm (where I grew up and where my heart is) I have nothing else to do but to listen to my eighteenth century mp3-player and draw something in my sketchbook.

When I drew this I was listening to John Mayer.

6 thoughts on “When I listen to John Mayers texts, sometimes they’re about me. And sometimes they’re not.

    • Nejnejnej, inte deppad alls!
      Melankoli och eftertänksamhet är vackra känslotillstånd som behövs.

      Utan mörker inget ljus.

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