A trip with Cool Deep

Producing good memories while perceiving it feels pretty much like letting go of all that not-that-important things and go through a few days simply enjoying being alive together. Cooking, eating, working. Swimming, walking, talking. Sitting side by side in silence or listening to music, reading, sleeping or day dreaming, sharing the time with no bigger goal than being there doing it. A privilege. 

Even if the car is suddenly broke, the sun has long since set, we’re freezing by the sea and the promised taxi out of there is not coming, we just keep making jokes and eating cookies. The moon is finally red, as announced, there’s now a guy called Cool Deep who’s supposed to pick us up but he just leave us in the dark waiting, telling us his brother will come. Cool Deep says his car is also broken. His brother never comes, so we call the only other transporter, who’s more expensive and also goes by Cool Deep. It is Cool Deep. He comes back in the exact same car with his brother, we baptize him Zu Deep. The Deeps bring us home, we get to have a hot shower and a warm meal, we are as happy as we could be.

We were good as ourselves in the city, but right now we’re better here. Specially if you can keep getting on the train and coming back again and again.