May art be with you and may you find relief in its versatile manifestations.
Didn't grow up to them, not a fan.
But here is the thing: When one of the so very few good friends you have in a hell hole is a fanatic, the least you can do is mindfully check out their stuff.
He sent me a selection and there were few that resonated with me.
But then again, I don't know whether it's because of them or 20th Century Boy's Bob Lennon
Been essentially sticking to the company of P.
In a toxic culture toxic to its own people to alienating degrees, the outsider mingling with the local waters has more heightened senses and is receiving alienation as ultimate burning levels of radiation.
So in that corner of that divebar with P. in front of me, my ebooks in my tablet, my parking lot notes, I am good, and kept safe, and keeping myself safe. I don't give into the shitty inclinations and I don't seek to answer that insidious call for self-destruction uttered by this white nationalist american christianity for everything that is not of it.
As if that made its members any saner.
Anyways, this track that P. showed me is absolutely befitting to the ugliness of the circumstances, the people, the culture in here.
