It's a weird feeling. It's like the light isn't quite reaching you, and the heat is there, but it's not nearly enough. Nearly everything casts a shadow, and all of those shadows are longer and darker than you'd expect. The light is bright, but you can't see anything.
Is this what maturing means? Becoming jaded to everything, viewing the world through a pessimism filter? Because if that's what everything comes to, I don't want it. Let me stay young and stupid. It's more fun that way.
I need to vent at someone. And not just have the steam bounce off. Because, let's face it, typing everything out into the void that is the internet just doesn't cut it. And internalizing things with copious amounts of bass-poundy trance music only goes so far...
I used to have someone like that. Such moments have become few and far between. Pity.
In other news, my most recent musical acquisition has been 4.9 hours of trance, courtesy of A State of Trance 2010. Armin Van Buuren is amazing at what he does.
Thaaaaat's about it.
Later Days
-B
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