Thoughts thunder off the cliffs of confusion. The waves of weariness ebb and flow.

Focus, so desperately sought, escapes like sand from a tightening fist.

As the borders of procrastination and ennui conflate, the precarious balance between action and overwhelm teeters, threatening collapse. Thoughts divide and multiply into a rising crescendo.

Suddenly—

silence.

Cosmology

When we met, the world expanded and it also contracted: it stretched large enough for the two of us—a whole universe—and it left everything else behind a curtain.

Anthropology

I’d come looking for a list of specimens […]. The children that came to the center wore sneakers and had cell phones. They listened to the same pop songs as the rest of the world.

Intimacy

I wished she would ask me for things more often. This was what I had in mind when I imagined growing native to a place-this sense that I was needed in someone else’s life.

The Mirror

I didn’t quite know where my life began and how far it extended. I didn’t want to risk cutting off any vital parts.

Life and Death

All this time, we were waiting. […] We lived with the imaginary shock. Maybe, I thought, it would also be a relief: Here it was, finally. Here was life itself.

This was a wonderful read.

Resolution
Train long gone

The first time I saw Tool perform was when I realised how tight a live show really could be (Opeth is a very close second).

So naturally when I saw that Puscifer would be playing in a few days I was intrigued. Life events and same-day tickets made the decision. And what a great decision it was.

It was like watching a play. No phones (although I wish I’d taken my film camera). The whole show was so clean. The lighting was fantastic.

Normal isn’t
Forgetting doesn’t
Soothing hasn’t
Footing and balance ravaged

Oh serenity
Tranquility

I even took out my earplugs.

Restoration
–Puscifer: Normal Isn’t

PS: Best trilogy ever?

From now
We’ll find no
We’ll find no peace of mind

Stolen
From every prayer I’ve had
That’s where I’ll start
With every moment

I lay my trust
In my defeat
And determinedly
Embrace it

We battle the time
We’re nothing

From this
We’ll find no
We’ll find no place to hide

So sing that tune for me
Now that we’re all alone
I never thought I would see
The stars gable

I lay my trust
In my defeat
And determinedly
Embrace it

I hear it now
The haloed choir
I always knew
It’d come back to you

But what do we know
We know nothing
–Juni Habel

A chance find at the local record store (one should absolutely judge an album by it’s cover!), and now I’ll be seeing her perform live in a week. Excitement abounds!