Time to ...
Time is an elusive concept.
Not because time flies when you're having fun, or that it crawls when you're bored.
No, not that kinda shit.
Perhaps time, as in a period of time in anyone's life,
should not be measured by years, or months, or dates, for that matter,
but by music--
By songs that I will never hear again, songs that I happen to come across while I'm walking past a store, songs that I would rather not hear.
Songs of a different time. This makes me want to categorize songs by Time, if that makes sense, rather than genre.
What I mean to say, dear friends, is that there is a high chance that
you guys have an individual soundtrack that I might always relate you to.
Ask me, and I will tell you.
Do I make sense?
I was going to ramble on about what I think about Time.
But my brain froze, as it always does, from time to time.
(Damn you, time)
And so I'll stop--
This is no time to think about Time.
This, however, will be continued,
in due time.
Not because time flies when you're having fun, or that it crawls when you're bored.
No, not that kinda shit.
Perhaps time, as in a period of time in anyone's life,
should not be measured by years, or months, or dates, for that matter,
but by music--
By songs that I will never hear again, songs that I happen to come across while I'm walking past a store, songs that I would rather not hear.
Songs of a different time. This makes me want to categorize songs by Time, if that makes sense, rather than genre.
What I mean to say, dear friends, is that there is a high chance that
you guys have an individual soundtrack that I might always relate you to.
Ask me, and I will tell you.
Do I make sense?
I was going to ramble on about what I think about Time.
But my brain froze, as it always does, from time to time.
(Damn you, time)
And so I'll stop--
This is no time to think about Time.
This, however, will be continued,
in due time.