17/10/19

I'll make my way out of the labyrinth

Inspired by Firewind

Dutifully, I searched for a band starting with the name and, rather, the letter D. Stream-of-consciousness makes me feel like I must keep going forwards, but the lack of english of the anglo kind makes it difficult for me to feel safe online - and offline - any more. Speaking, I mean, writing of/about mores, I am questioning my choice to stick to a sociological inquiry of society.

A clerical use of paragraphical grammar makes it easy for me to claim that I know how to write. I refuse to cite sounds. I refuse to cite sights. I refuse to cite optics, and I refuse to cite memory. How will Broca's area survive the lattice?

Find out next time on another renaming of A kaleidoughscope of writings, the first time, ladies and gentlemen (now it gets difficult), that I refuse to bow down to people that sound like machines.

No more pretending to be a king, no more princes then.

12/10/19

The difference between an album and a concept album?

La différence entre un album conceptuel et un album pas conceptuel est la ‘staggération’ de les chansons. Autrement dit, c’est comment les chansons sont arrangés sur un album qui est la différence entre un album conceptuel et un album non-conceptuel - ainsi que l’art qui se figure sur la couverture, bien sûr.

A concept album tends to follow a pattern within the artist’s conception of what the album should be. A regular album tends to be - at least to me - an album that does not necessarily follow a flow. Does this mean that listening to an entire concept album is like reading a book cover to cover? Yes! Can I listen to non-concept albums and consider it like reading a book, cover to cover? Also a question I ask myself, and the answer is... no.


11/10/19

Give yourself up

Only positive things!
Fire and faerie, it’s awesome to be in a 2019 society.
The music is practically free when you take the time to find and appreciate its artistry, and I have access to safe medicinal plants. It’s gratifying being here and appreciating what I live with.

I make chocolate. It’s great: I buy it, and then I add coconut oil, and then I freeze it. It’s calming and grounding to craft time up in the kitchen, the beautiful place where I live to eat, and the chocolate turns out great because I spend time thinking about what I am doing in said kitchen.

I had a good day with a good amount of sunshine. With less yelling, I can listen with softer ears.




Too much tiletwitch

You know what? I’ll just insert some random pic to enable a return to the past in the future. Am I tired of writing, am I exhausted, or am I captivated too often by the bright lights? All good questions worthy of their own time limits, I suppose.