I’ve been thinking about the illustrated man…..
probably a good idea. Sometimes it’s too hard to explain what’s really important to you in life, what has touched you deeply, maybe it would be easier to have a picture on your skin. Then you don’t have to try to explain….words fall short anyway.
I’ve been listening to too much Elliott Smith today……his songs always make me so sad even though they’re so pretty. It’s funny how there’s this deep, almost profound sadness once someone’s gone that gets associated with everything they made. He could have made the happiest songs in the world but now they’re stained somehow…like the original meaning is going to be distorted by his death no matter how you read them.
I wonder if suicides knew that they are going to be suicides before they die, if they would believe it….would it shock them? Sometimes I wonder if everyone knows they’re going to die right before they do, no matter what, but just can’t do anything about it…don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not depressed or anything….just a couple of weird thoughts.
