I can’t write much these days because I’m feeling…fine.
Obviously I’m not going to complain about it.
Obviously I’m not going to complain about it.
It’s kind of scary though.
Nothing ignites the fire of creativity like a few drops of melancholy...
Yes there was irony in the last sentence. And I told you I can’t write.
This is probably the right moment to shut up.
To quit or to quote, that is the question. (shoot me!)
Ok, quote, then back to being uncreatively happy:
It’s cruel you know, that music should be so beautiful. It is the beauty of loneliness and of pain, of strength and freedom.
Yes there was irony in the last sentence. And I told you I can’t write.
This is probably the right moment to shut up.
To quit or to quote, that is the question. (shoot me!)
Ok, quote, then back to being uncreatively happy:
It’s cruel you know, that music should be so beautiful. It is the beauty of loneliness and of pain, of strength and freedom.
The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and the everlasting beauty of monotony.
Benjamin Britten
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