Addicted.
There's a video to accompany this song.
It's kind of uncomfortable to watch but in that adolescent, beyond innocent, naive kind of way.
Reminding you of those awkward pre-teen years where you're not entirely sure what you are or where you stand.
There are aspects of those years that i truly miss.
I've been looking through my old sketchbooks and apparently during Uni, i read and took notes on Kierkegaard's, 'The Sickness Unto Death'.
...
I don't remember this at all.
At all.
How could i have written pages and pages - 17 exactly - of notes on a book i don't even remember holding in my hands?
What the cover looked like.
Or really why i was reading it at all.
University has become a blur.
A big, old fuzzy blur of knowledge i felt the need to banish from my memory banks.
That was foolish of me.
I wonder what else i'll find within these pages that i used to know so well.
They were my comfort and my greatest ally during those painful years at university and i've treated them badly.
I'm sorry sketchbooks.
Forgive me?
Listening to: Thieves Like Us 'Silence'
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