Do you remember when I played the violin? Do you remember when I stopped playing the violin because I am no good without extrinsic motivation
Do you remember when I played the violin for seven years and when I stopped it was like my insides had been torn apart and a piece of my identity was gone.
When my second-most beloved teacher died in high school I mourned him more than the death of my own grandfather. I mourned him more at the time but his presence is not the one I feel when I'm up late enough at night for there to be demons in my living room, he is not the one I cry about when I stand at church pulpits.
In the triviality of the modern age there are secret websites that sell downloadable prints and patterns to purveyors of fast fashion that make all of us look the same. It's not even a choice to be sheep anymore when your mindset is controlled by social media algorithms. Ideology is sold in the [less] expensive fashion magazines. Music is produced like hamburgers on a line.
In the triviality of the modern age a man in a red sweater can bloom and die in under one week like a virality rose and so there's something to be said
when a song that is two weeks old
is as relevant as a song that is fifteen years old
is as relevant as a play that is a hundred and twenty-one.
The nice thing about being a person who doesn't wear black is that when you wear all black and nothing but black in the wake of an arguably cataclysmic event
at least everyone knows that you're mourning.