"Remember, there's no right and wrong in songwriting. There's just good and bad."
- A certain local songwriter
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Today, walking through Junction 8 I noticed a girl of about twenty clutching a silver Esquire flyer, looking worried and lost, leaning against the wall, eyes searching the crowd for someone. As I continued on amidst the busy flow of people I noticed another a minor disturbance, a person who stood out. Instead of bustling, scurrying or striding her way forward, she circled a spot, directionless and aimless.
Moving closer, I saw she was a woman of about forty, she seemed almost frantic. She was scanning the throng of people for someone too, and shouted a foreign name into the wall of noise, futile. She clutched a silver Esquire flyer in her hand. I considered talking to her, and perhaps pointing her in the direction of the girl, the possibly of embarrassment wrestling with a voice inside me telling me to help her in her distress. I decided that potentially helping her would be worth the potential cost, and I walked right by her without slowing down or saying a word.
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Think I know where you belong - Wednesday, August 17, 2011 @ 10:46 PM
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Think I know where you belong - Wednesday, August 17, 2011 @ 10:46 PM
"Remember, there's no right and wrong in songwriting. There's just good and bad."
- A certain local songwriter *********************************************************** Today, walking through Junction 8 I noticed a girl of about twenty clutching a silver Esquire flyer, looking worried and lost, leaning against the wall, eyes searching the crowd for someone. As I continued on amidst the busy flow of people I noticed another a minor disturbance, a person who stood out. Instead of bustling, scurrying or striding her way forward, she circled a spot, directionless and aimless. Moving closer, I saw she was a woman of about forty, she seemed almost frantic. She was scanning the throng of people for someone too, and shouted a foreign name into the wall of noise, futile. She clutched a silver Esquire flyer in her hand. I considered talking to her, and perhaps pointing her in the direction of the girl, the possibly of embarrassment wrestling with a voice inside me telling me to help her in her distress. I decided that potentially helping her would be worth the potential cost, and I walked right by her without slowing down or saying a word. |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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