Downcast

A spotlight borne of resentment tends to be less forgiving. Flaws now apparent can no longer be adjusted with a flattering filter. What is done, is done.

Bustle

I love to be alone in a crowd while others curl and unfurl around me in what appears to be some kind of organised chaos. I bask in the interactions of others, the gentle hum of hearts connecting as I centre myself in my own company. Something about this simple symphony reminds me that we are all one and the same.

Every morning there are mountains to climb

I sit here calm and cheerful. Charming, even. It is only when my eyes inadvertently lock with the icy blues of the lady across from me that the lump in my throat resurfaces. This is kind of a big deal.

The cloud I carry has been torn open and from it heavy, silent tears fall. The sun still shines beyond, through it all. I know this because despite everything, I feel only warmth.


And so I breathe.
And I listen to Grimes.


Title lyrics taken from Grimes - Realiti

Parmula

Be sure to grow a thick skin because everybody will be out to protect their own.

Tune!

It's true, I have been shamelessly rocking out all around town listening to this track non-stop. And I don't care.

A resurgence in metal ingestion always seem to precede some kind of personal growth. And we all know why.

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SONG OF THE DAY

Union Station

SCHISM

One of the best by well, by arguably the best (of our time, anyway).

This song speaks volumes to me in so many ways. No further explanation necessary because interpretations can vary. Read into it what you will. This is the world of TOOL.

Pulp

How is it that on paper it all makes sense? With a calm, clear mind you can gently trace the heart strings back and see that it's really not so bad. It seems a good cartographer can put you at ease, because it turns out that life is not two-dimensional. You can read a map a million times and still get a rude shock once you're out on the field.