That's all. It's strange, cause I've got enough activity as it is. So for me to struggle with keeping my mind on what's in front of me, its indicative of a psychological snag. I'll be okay, though. Yesterday after work I walked around in the city in the cold. I like being around the noise of other people. I don't care for the silence right now. I don't.
And of course I realize, good art learns to embrace silence. I guess I've got a ways to go.
Aimless Maxence... I'm only blessed I never had an inclination to serve. Nah. I can be aimless my own way.
Michel Legrand, you find your way into a heart with those compositions... even now I hear it.
This job is so meaningless and mundane that I'm starting to forget what sort of things I'm capable of. I think the intended effect of this denigration is becoming noticeable on my face. I'm back to being incapable of a smile. I'm overtaken by this. I'm even too tired to pontificate. I'm now listening to Blue in Green. It makes so much sense, you know. I miss the understanding of it, the feeling of sound that envelops the senses. That's not here anymore. It's gone.
I'm not sad, I'm just cold. In my ears now is Vangelis. I could listen for the rest of my life. Music is the only thing that counts. It's the only thing that will always be there. Even if I could never hear again, I will have it's vibrations. Even if I could never feel again, I would have it's memory.
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