music is hard!!

this album makes me feel so many amazing things. such a rich palette of sounds, such mature songwriting, such creativity.

you know, i really thought i’d make tomorrow’s lunch tonight, a good tofu stir fry with teriyaki sauce and rice. i really thought i’d do it. pure hubris

tell me why I got razor burn on a spot I didn’t even shave. this is what camus was talking about…. the absurdity……

anger post incoming

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From The Shadows by Juan José Millás left me feeling almost as detached and nihilistic as its narrator, at least partly because the book seemed to care more about the mysterious yellow-eyed interviewer inside the protagonist’s head than Damián himself, whose motivations rarely develop beyond escaping obligation and satisfying his strange sexual urges (which Damián denies exists - an interesting dynamic that could have used more exploration). I did enjoy the reading experience but found the story incomplete. The ending especially gave me an impression of forced meaning, a suggestion that something interesting might happen soon, and then the back cover gets in the way. Maybe confronting the consequences of Damián’s actions would have spoiled the mood José Millás had created, shattered the otherworldliness of the house and its lightly haunted furniture, but it could have also saved Damián from his two-dimensional existence, given him more life on the page.

is my lack of commitment to my job a personal flaw or a symptom of incompatibility with this line of work? little column A, little column B?