01 Jan 2010, 8:43 am
01 Jan 2010, 10:17 am
KenG wrote:
Well, SkySaw, I guess you know that:
All the clouds turn to words
All the words float in sequence
No one knows what they mean
Everyone just ignores them
All the clouds turn to words
All the words float in sequence
No one knows what they mean
Everyone just ignores them
You know the song!
Oddly enough, it's not one I listen to much. I just like the title.
It's interesting to read of your "longing for ... melancholy".
I look back on my past melancholic periods, and I sometimes feel they would be preferable to the feelings that dominate my mind now, which are feelings of cynicism towards modern society greater than those I ever knew as a teenager.
I find it strange given all the unpleasant things that happen in the world how certain things move me more than others.
I remember watching a TV programme about a young man who was in prison for murder, which should really be a horrific thing to contemplate. But then they showed his mother standing outside the prison with a packed lunch she'd made for him. She talked about how to her her son was still that smiling, happy little boy who used to play in the garden, and she burst into tears. It really moved me for some reason.
On a more self-centred note, I remember soon after I was diagnosed in my mid-20s I was sitting in the house where I grew up, listening to First Light by Eno & Budd. I thought of how I used to sit in that room when we first moved in; how I could sit for hours in an empty room and not get bored. Did no one see how alone I was? Did I not know it myself?
Btw, Fuzzy, I liked the Sigur Ros piece!
Here's the Eno track (though I prefer Still Return, Their Memories and Above Chiangmai).
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgF99zTv6nY[/youtube]
