My dream Broke down and Disappeared

It's always a refreshing and soothing phase when I listen to openings/endings of the 80s & 90s cartoons and anime. Sometimes, there are jewels within the mix that appear. One of such :

I have been rewatching Tiger Mask as my main playlist at work. As much as it gets funny at times, I realize how dark and raw it was compared to the stuff of these days. Man, the stories of the characters and their struggle are so intense and filled with pain and life's crushing circumstances. 

Now I need a Tekkaman Blade marathon as well. And Belphegor, and Lain, and perhaps every good show that was goodness to the core that shaped my childhood. I really need this right now.

Rewatching I'm Not There to Wipe Away Bohemian Rhapsody's taste.

I watched Bohemian Rhapsody. I wasn't impressed. Predictably watered down and generic. But then again, they wanted to sell.

I'll wait for the "I'm Not There" equivalent of a Queen biopic. To this day, no biopic movie nailed it like that one.

Also, I watched Crimes of Grindelwald and never again Jo. Never again.

You'd think that money, creative authority and freedom would allow an artist to expand. No, it allows them to play monkey games, as in "let's throw poop at the public's faces, they paid to come and see this shit anyway"

Tulsa was much needed and beyond my expectations

Growing Up Moroccan. Growing Up K.

Instead of doing my homework, I spent my afternoon laughing my ass off with N., N., S. and compagnie while putting together a playlist for the songs we grew up listening to in Morocco.

The nostalgia meeting the ridicule meeting the versatile range that everyone knew and grew up with made up for a merry day, the likes of which I haven't had in a long long time.

Playlist

There were some though that didn't fit the common musical experience. More of my niche. No issue, put them aside in their own playlist.

Playlist

In Mood for Writing but life is too stuffed

Relax

This administrative limbo took a toll on me. I'm back but not mended. I need to clean myself and make sense of the whirlpool and the fallacy of it all.

Everytime I think I made peace with the notion that life is nothing but fair, that shit happens and that the best action I can take is to take reaction into full awareness, get proactive and make my peace and move on, something comes along the way that is way beyond my built up level and sends me back in that internal pathos. I get stuck in that sense of injustice and who knows how much time I will be focusing on that.

God damn it, I wish leveling up was as clear as in RPGs, putain. Mais bon, I leveled up eventually, and I'm pretty sure it will help in alleviating shit happening, but damn when the next big knock-out will come, I have to remember that I can certainly choose my reaction, deal with it healthy and move on, letting it be a harmless and fertile grounded soil for the back of my mind.

Everything stays