That was a song by Contantin Veis. In an album that to me, at least, sounded like a concept album about Tom Sawyer. It’s a world of impossible things, I think it said. But then today the title of this post doesn’t come from that but from Jens’s song:

“we’ll never be as beautiful
as the parakeets
in Istanbul
and we’ll never be impossible
and do impossible things”

It’s quiet, almost whispering, soft, and it has me melting in sadness tonight. Partly because I still miss Jens. Chris posted three mini-videos of that night (here) which only makes it worse, especially because the last one ends so abruptly… I find myself singing along –“cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that”– and by “that” I am left singing on my own. It somehow feels so lonely.

Then I think of how he said he’d miss us when we said goodbye and I smile because it might just be happening.