4/7 – buildingblocksofcastlesinthesky

This is a music blog, but things are better undirected. So here is to wandering and musing, documenting and journaling.

I’ve been busy. Dishes stacking up. Laundry in piles. Papers too. I want to write, read, compose. I’m too tired though. Still, I had some time earlier today so I visited the Art Museum, it always helps me recall myself when I feel far away. When it feels like I’m walking on the roof of my own head, nearby, close enough to touch, but a stranger peeking in through windows rather than an occupant lounging around.

March 27th, 2016: Today is special. “I’ve never had my sights set on the future-or maybe I have, but if I have I must be nearsighted because I have to try so fucking hard to see past the present in either direction.” It’s been a lovely six months.April 2nd, 2016: Today I dreamed that there were more of me, and that they were spread across the earth in an attempt to make it better. Each of them had their own head and body with which to conduct their work, and each wanted to create. Some were distracted by neon signs and flashing pictures crafted before they even existed. They reasoned that they’d rather not walk since they could drive. Some still liked to walk though, and I befriended those ones.April 6th, 2016: It takes tremendous courage to make something atrocious beautiful. I could never do it, put sweet words into a sad song or paint death with bright white and red. I envy those who can. That was my foremost thought when I first read Dulce et Decorum Est.
April 7th, 2016: “I haven’t even picked out my socks.”