and so it has come to pass.
many of you know, and many of you don’t know, that i was away for a few weeks. not far enough away to be a trip, but enough to know that i was somewhere i was not from, to stay and work in a place that i did not belong. there was a pull in my chest to return from whence i came. wherever and whenever i was.
during this time, a very dear friend of mine had died and my client became very ill and i began to crumble under the pressure. of what? i am the only person who puts me in trouble. dare i say i am my own worst enemy.
the signs were clear enough, really.
- ‘your heart will skip a beat’ – fortune cookie
- the morbid curiousity of the rotting starling down the street
- new undead creature addiction
- never knowing when the last time you will speak to someone.
i wish i knew where all these flies were coming from – besides something that’s rotting.
plunging and reveling in this has been both absurd and refreshing. having gone through a myriad of depressions before this i knew a task was needed in order to channel the fervent energy away from pathetic vampire tears.
maybe someone remembers KALASHNIKOZY? i know i do. needing a project that was going to last me a day or 2, i contacted my prime mover and we’re pursuing it fully. we’ll see how it pulls through but thankfully, my hands are no longer idle – as for satan and my mind – that is for another day.
in any case, here’s a mini mix! a soundtrack for elated sadness, or something. thoughts?
MIND/BODY/LIGHT/SOUND 