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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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Home tomorrow. I make a little voyage, which always makes me feel a little bit romantic, and then a nice drive home during which I listen to music that I love.

I used to think of music as something that was real. Real in that it meant something, like a song for someone. Not me, not ever me. But for someone else. Which is ok. But the fact that someone penned the words, and came up with the tune...for someone to hear...seemed a bit like magic.

Over the past year, I seem to have lost that feeling. And I miss it. I miss feeling passion for music because it felt like the glue that held me together. Sad. Definitely.

But I still listen.
Just in case it comes back.

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