"It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was."
— Anne Sexton
Monday, September 12, 2011
James Blake - The Wilhelm Scream
When things get a little out of control, I look to the words and rhythm of songs that kept memories of my past afloat. With this, something fresh, all the confusion innundated in the muted tributary of my body releases itself a little more each time I listen.
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