Plotting Murder

I will start with a quote from the one and only Andrew Schwab:

"We caught you plotting murder
And now the tide is turning
We light our souls
Heat our bones
Upon your empire burning"

The point is not the words. It's the vocalisation. It's how he screams them, like he has something to express that plain words, or even sung words, can't quite express.

I wonder if the glory days of Project 86 are over. Schwab is married, and he may be calming down. It's cruelty to make a man endure more than a few decades of anxiety, even if he's allowed to sing/scream about it.

I, on the other hand, am not calm. Not today, at least.

My world is non-linear. Polydimensional. Chaotic. Professional colliding with the personal. Emotional and rational.

Mute, but the closest to being heard ever. Uncreative, yet bursting with youthful constructive power.

And still, that problem of the Old Man keeps coming up. I'm still a man in need of a saviour.

It's been a while since I did this. Where have I been? Caught up in reality. Or maybe it was Facebook. Or another blog.

Peter