calm gift by katharine eastman

did this a few weeks ago and it probably sounds identical to a couple of other things done at the time which were put out for public inspection and general derision. This one, even to me, didn't feel strong enough to go outside and mooch about in public. I'm still not sure if I like it or not. That's because it is music for drunks, and I am not drunk. The only talent I have is that even when I am totally sober I can put myself inside the headspace of drunks, I know that world better than I know this sober world I'm now settling into. Ex-drunks are meant to sit around bitterly regretting the decades they spent drinking, the waste of time and money and health, lost friendships, lost experiences. I'm not like that. I look back on it very fondly. It is only one of two times in my life when days had a purpose - it's a bit like telling someone who was once very religious but who has now seen through the whole charade "hey isn't it great to now be so clear-sighted and to know the truth" - and no, it isn't.

rec'd whenever, photo Whiteparish recently