Keptquisling’s Weblog

Music speaks through the barriers of understanding. Knowing not a word of what was said the song was moving and solemn. It was a very different time when it inspired me to pursue an attempt to create something as inspired and meaningful. But a few years brought about the realization that I don’t have such gifts, and that anything I make would sound mechanical.

Giving up is not acceptance, I did not give up, I understood. The crime was so impossible that I had forgone an attempt. Even if I succeeded it wouldn’t have lasted, but is knowing that it would not last a good enough reason? Would it have been worth it had it lasted for fifty seconds and gone the next minute? It has been so many years and I long to forget. I know, I’m talking about something else entirely now.

How did I end up with so many people depending on me?