a month, a month

it's been a month since my move to Brighton, ≈ approx.
& this update is mainly for Aisha.

So much to update on! It's currently cold, freezing, my hands are always cold, vampiric, inhumane. But the people are brilliant, different & liberated. Even the little things, chewing gum is legal, WAHEY. I can protest if I want.
My existential crises are slightly more regular now though, it's probably because I'm not officially in high school any more; but it makes for less writer's block. I do miss my amazing friends, but I'm slowly making new ones which is good. My BIMM songwriting classmates seem to be lovely people in general; and I think there's a growing sense of comradeship & support, which helps with confidence!

& this is lovely, lovely, lovely. Sufjan has gone and mixed folk, orchestra, electronica & shades of hip hop all into one album. A 25 minute song? Genius, genius. Lyrically much more personal, comparisons of love with the apocalypse which seems just about right.
The Age of Adz

Fabuleux Destin d'...

She picked the right to hinder the dying,
as well as the photos off the floor.
And I had said that it was just a game,
but when I saw the grieving cry in joy,
my views refashioned,
Like the architecture of the 21st century
and the man who said he'd never cry.

It's only really contemporary,
but I like it.

Man In The Mirror, aka, Capitalism Is Destroying The World!

So we say we all are what we aim to be,
Yet the man in the mirror said “What do you see?”
I see faces, and eyes with little delight,
They’re walking beside me, they’re walking at night.

They talk of money and future ideas,
They have plans of schemes and instant tortillas.
Some call them people, and some call them dim,
I call them zombies, of hurry, of sin.

The man in the mirror told me of hope,
He took my hand and gave me a telescope.
“Look for the small, the special, the fair,
The people of right, the people who care.”

I looked back at him, a tear in my eye,
“My dear friend, I almost forgot how to cry.”
He gave me a smile, and wave of goodbye,
And away did the man, disappear in the sky.

I walked back home crying, unsure of my state,
Was I happy or sad, scared or irate?
I was unsure, but I did not mind,
I have a hope, yes a hope for mankind.

So we say we all are what we aim to be,
But I’ll only agree if you will believe
That glory is here in the palm of your hand,
Closer to you than what’s in demand.