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%date 2005-05-12 07:40:12
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:diary:livejournal:fossils:
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This song makes me see an orange sunset from a bright red sun, from the point of view of an aircraft of some sort, miles above the earth, somehow disconnected from the scene, yet every bit an integral part.
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<em>Music is our religion.</em>
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What else can make us see?
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<em>Our eyes.</em>
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Shut up. I wish that I could express this to some people. Others just understand, and others just don't need to know. It's just that the musical/emotional/situational memory is such a wonderful thing. Also, when I listen to this song, I'm reminded of reading <u>Endymion</u> at 3am here at school, then walking out on the oval. When I listen to Tallis' Spem in Alium, I'm in the basement of my old house in my bed at 10am watching the light on my walls. When I listen to Vaughn Williams' Fantasia on a Theme by Tallis, I'm reading <u>Hyperion</u> for the first time in my room at the old townhouse uphill from Fairview, thinking how the wind makes me feel like I'm flying.
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<em>What reminds you of me?</em>
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A clip of opera from.. uh.. Half Life? Counter Strike? Some game. I got it from Ryan.
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<em>How sweet.</em>
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So you didn't disappear?
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<em>No. We have become one.</em>
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So I'm talking to myself?
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<em>Hmm.. I believe the word I'm looking for is.. 'duh'.</em>
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