Sunday, September 7, 2003

I was told to write, and so I am. It's oh-so-satisfying to have someone tell you that they really want to read your thoughts.


So what happened to subtlety? Did it die before I was born? I am not a prude and I am not a hedonist. But I wish there was more subtlety in our lives. In my life. There is something profoundly impacting about the inference of interest and the allusion to the unsaid. It's a respect for detail coupled with a penchant for passion. I suppose we just don't pay enough attention to one another to notice how it feels to be fully embraced.


"Volcano" by Damien Rice is one of the most soulfully penetrating songs I've heard in a while. The cello resonates up and down my spine while the guitar plays through my chest and my body rests between the blankets of his voice and the female backup. I've heard the album is amazing. I'm not going to take people's word for it.