i keep being haunted by memories of this year’s may. that it was so warm on that certain weekend, how in love i was on the subway and danced in the sand to that shitty bloc party remix and was all sweaty beneath the leopard. it’s more about the mood than the actual events though, but it all comes down to one word for me: HUMIDITY. and i want it back. and i want to be able to transfer it. humidity.