While the world swarms around you. While your 8 legged friends make webs above you. While The yelling from the living room echos through your mind. While the days only get tougher.
Your mind remains - motionless. Tired of the rustle bustle. Tired. So very, extremely tired.
“ARE YOU ANGRY? PUNCH A PILLOW. WAS IT SATISFYING? NOT HARDLY. THESE DAYS PEOPLE ARE TOO ANGRY FOR PUNCHING. WHAT YOU MIGHT TRY IS STABBING. TAKE AN OLD PILLOW AND LAY IT ON THE FRONT LAWN. STAB IT WITH A BIG POINTY KNIFE. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. STAB HARD ENOUGH FOR THE POINT OF THE KNIFE TO GO INTO THE GROUND. STAB UNTIL THE PILLOW IS GONE AND YOU ARE JUST STABBING THE EARTH AGAIN AND AGAIN, AS IF YOU WANT TO KILL IT FOR CONTINUING TO SPIN, AS IF YOU ARE GETTING REVENGE FOR HAVING TO LIVE ON THIS PLANET DAY AFTER DAY, ALONE.”—miranda july
“If a song’s about something I’ve experienced or that could’ve happened to me it’s good. But if it’s alien to me, I couldn’t lend anything to it. Because that’s what soul is all about.”—Aretha Franklin