Just a nickname.

Never thought I'd be as astonished by a nickname as I've been lately. Soft, delicated, refined. Each album comes as surprise, not for their beauty (which is the obvious to everyone), but for the attention to the details.

I still wonder, how come? How come a nickname that I will never ever have the chance to meet in real life, that I will never ever have the chance to listen to their sweet voice, that I will never ever have the chance to sense that scent ... how come it makes me wait for a new album as I'd wait for a single's release of my favourite band? How come?

I am still in disbelief that, at this point of my life, they help me to uncover new interests. And in a website full of everything explicit, I am finding myself waiting for and looking forward to seeing simple and small details. An earring, a necklace, a soft tone on the hand nails, a dark and grey image in the shade.

Ah, how I wish to know what they think, what impression I could cause ... how I wish I could do at least a little of what they do to me, ah, I wish.

And yet, just a nickname, just a pseudonym.

Written listening to 2112 by Rush.