Was in the bath again, thinking about times in my life I’ve fallen deep, and started looking to my relationship with music.
Nirvana. Portishead. Dead Can Dance. Donnie Darko. Batman Begins. Amnesiac. Archive. Hula. The Fountain. Alice: Madness Returns.
All music I’ve lived, sunk deep into, invited into a certain significant flow of my life, lapping over the edges of my work in addition to welling up inside my spirit, have been the soundtracks for the times in my life, I find later, that I had been transforming my view of myself.
I never understood why my connection with music deepens and fades as I live my life until now.
In other news, I found myself considering that, perhaps, I am in my core simply too dynamic and shifting a person for a contemporary type of partnering to endure, and the trick, as it turns out, is finding a way to make that ok.
#differentwaystolookatdyingoldandalone (It’s not hashtag. It’s pound.)