June 2, 2007
Last night when I was on the train I listened to Miles Davis. Contrary to poetry and cinema, music usually doesn’t bring tears to my eyes but rather it puts me in an otherworldly state of wonder. However, Flamenco Sketches went right through every single nerve of my body and made me cry. Fortunately, no one noticed…
In the past few days I've been feeling useless, disoriented, and lost. I totally understand what Goethe means when he writes, 'once we are lost unto ourselves, everything else is lost to us. I swear there are times when I wish I could be a day laborer, simply in order to have something to look forward to in the day ahead, a sense of purpose, hope.' That's how I feel these days.
I terribly miss M. Terribly.
Posted by amin at June 2, 2007 2:51 AM