there is really no one i can talk to about music because it has, finally, dawned on me that it should be a solely personal experience, to engage with music. when others try to convey to me their experiences everything is lost, and the same is true if i attempt to share my love for a song, an album, an artist, even a particular second at the end of a track. an offhand remark, a circumstantial little moment in time that only i would find the words to call special. special to whom? does it even really matter? it is a little easier on the internet because words are all you have, really, and written words are far emptier than spoken ones, but i think music exists outside of words, outside of labels. many have said that before of course, but to actually take that sentiment to heart, to apply it to routine thought, is an entirely other matter.
listening: GZA/Genius - Liquid Swords & new Alcest album. nostalgic, boring, pretty.
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