this songs of freedom

There is something really very odd in this whole
"me sitting here alone for no apparent reason"
situation.
There is something almost mistical, some sort of a "revival experience"
somewhat of a "deja-vu".
Well i don't know i think it's got it's magic.
Some kind of "nostalgic charm" to it.
It's not just the poetic of this place. There's something
about me in it, about this "whole".
It's almost like it wouldn't matter al all.
Like none of the small situation-scenes had no real meaning
for themselves, but only as to make the "whole".
Like the "people-to-people" were completaly superfluous.
And it is in some way. It doesn't matter who's singing,
only to what that little sound reminds me to in this exact place.