Today I’ve listened to Alanis Morissette (Would not come, You oughta know, Uninvited, So pure, Perfect… wonderful songs!), it has been centuries since.
At least ten years back… and just before I named Punkreas (an italian punk band)… almost fourteen years going back… Let’s add a pair of black patent ballet flats: a jump straight to twenty years ago, more or less.
No, I’m not trying to say “I’m old”.
Sometimes I wonder if Nietzsche was right in his eternal return… Because, why yes, it’s not just songs or quirks in clothing, it’s also feelings, and sensitive sensations tied to a song (with some by Korn I perfectly remember that I was colouring my own tarot deck).
Proust had that godblessed madeleine de sa tante… but we’re loosing track here.
These recurrent feelings aren’t always happy, it’s not like chocolate leftovers, it’s something more like the effects of peperoni (to keep up with a food impression), and I feel like I’m stuck… taken back to the Start, without taking the money.
I don’t want to sadden you, but I think that we’re beginning here some posts that have been in my mind for a little while. Posts that still haven’t find “the right moment” to be published.
But the right time is not possible… choosing is up to me, summer’s here, it means that days will be increasingly shorter… absurd isn’t it? Perfet for my goals.
I forgot about the tenth of june, 10/6, I was home late from work… I’ll have to catch up somehow… do you think that having this kind of record on google (from faux bois rocking tool to glycerin, with Martha Stewart’s tutorials) is somehow making up for it?