Hey folks,
Derek Bluebottom here. Just to say sometimes life can be tough. It's not that anything is particularly wrong. It's just that nothing feels particularly right. It's worse when it's sunny. I think rain is healthy. When you look out the window and see the rain pelting it down on some poor schmuck who has just locked himself out of his car, you can watch him struggle and shout, getting wetter and wetter, until a car drives past him and covers him in rain soaked London filth, and you can think: "Ah. You poor schmuck. Bless you and your beautiful struggles. At least that's not me." And then when you do find yourself out there amongst the rain, the dull grey sky dripping all over you, you can think, "Well. At least the atmosphere feels exactly the same way I do about everything right at the moment. I suppose that's something." Please note my lack of exclamation marks. For one thing it's too hot for exclamation marks. For another, exclamation marks smack of a huge amount of effort and energy. Neither of which are currently on the menu. They have been replaced by Lethargy and Melancholy. Both of which require only full stops to give them their full sodden grey weight. There shall be no grand revelation at the bottom of this post. There shall be no sudden rallying of the troops. There shall be very little of anything that will comfort the weary traveller or the disgruntled composer as he goes about his business. Even when everything is going so well. Even when everything is going right. Sometimes I still feel like a useless piece of shit. Even when I'm taking my pills. And I suppose that's cool.
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