Agaetis Byrjun by Sigur Ros
and I'm in complete and utter amazement. i don't know how to pronounce the name of the band, let alone the album...I couldn't tell you what most of the songs are about or what they're saying. hello, some of the songs don't even have titles or exact lyrics. it's obvious that they're talking about some sort of painful tale of love, and some of the words appear to be at least in english...so a rough idea of what's going on is garnered by the listener. but overall...no.... you just have to listen. listen and get sucked in. usually, i don't like things that suck me in because it makes me feel like i lose control and i feel awkward, uncomfortable....but this... no it's not like that. it's something wholely different. it's been a very rare occassion that i'll so openly sing the praises of something, especially a band. yet this music makes me.....feel. i don't mean as in "feel something." it just males me feel. i don't do that much. not consciously anyway... most of the time i'm just sort of drifting in the endless tides of an unendling state of limbo. oh my....how gothic of me. but... it's true in some sense.
but anyway, i've been reflecting a lot on things (when am i not, right? yeah...). but yeah....so.....thinking...i do that a lot. some people tell me that i think too much. i think i've touched on the this subject before and i could probably go on forever about it...but...i won't i'll save myself the time and the eyes of whomever might happen across this...which probably won't be much of anyone but those i just happen to slip the link to. or something...fuck... i lost my train of thought.
so...i'm just kinda sitting here, and this ....this... lost the thought again. meh.
ever since i read jung's sychronicity i've started to notice what he says about "meaningful coincidences". it's like... you know when you're sitting there thinking about someone, and all of the sudden the phone rings and it's that person? it's sorta like that. such as this morning, i woke up kind of early and my mother asked me if i had seen Osiris last night at all (one of our cats) and i told her i hadn't. she seemed concerned by this, and i attempted to call for him but still, nothing. anyway, i went and layed back down. i had a dream that he came home and then my mother knocks on the door and tells me that he's home and he's hurt. so...yeah, that was a little odd. that happends a lot. it seems that these little instances aren't necessarily some kind of psychic or extrasensory instances, but they are strangely coincedental nonetheless. so...yeah...that's interesting. i think i'm going to start logging them. but perhaps i won't. i haven't decided.
something i've noticed that people bring up to me a lot is my not wanting to have children. others seems far too concerned with the fact that i wish to not reproduce, and i sincerely do not understand why they care so damn much. frankly, i don't give two lesses of a fuck what they think, and i'll keep on my path. but yeah...wow. people tell me "you'll change your mind when it's your own child. you'll see." ok...so yeah... i think of pregnancy as parasitic infestation, but i should have a child anyway just to see if i might change my mind. ok...right...but then what happends when it turns out i was right in the first place and i'm like "nah..i don't still don't like it. take it away." um.... yeahhhh...that's not gonna work. so....pfft. whatever. goddam people.
anyway, i've said enough for now. i'm just babbling anyway. tralala.
so, for now i shall sojourn into the vast unknown depth of my mind whilst i ponder the meaningless existence that most commit themselves to, and bask in the glory of my not having been anchored into such things.
fondly with a dash of discontent,
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