April 2011
78 posts
I have a sense that if we mourn too quickly, a seed is planted, unknowingly. Years later, maybe even a decade, we don’t realize what’s been growing inside and we’re tasked with a decision: let it consume us or transform it into a manageable entity. Every sane person chooses to confront and transform, but such a growth is tricky, like relocating a car-sized hive of killer bees....
“Maybe it is just me but this show feels sort of like an Azumanga for really slow...”
– Zen (on Nichijou), Hau~ Omochikaeri~!
You change all the lead Sleeping in my head to gold As the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn
The song I’ve been trying to sing
- Neighborhood 1 (Tunnels) - Arcade Fire (Funeral, 2004)
