07-03-2016, 02:23 PM
Post #53 requires some explanations.
It was something of a scream in the night.
I spent the last week of June crying, because I hurt myself hurting people I love.
And I listened to music. And I understood the meaning of the "hurt" song from Trent Reznor (see my answer to cath - J. Cash made a great cover, there: https://youtu.be/vt1Pwfnh5pc)
And I did what Cuylie helped me understand: I channeled all this pain in making something creative out of it.
I wrote a little something. I don't know where the guy/gun thing comes from. Maybe the "Les nuits fauves" movie from C. Collard. Maybe the suicide of G. Dustan, my fave author regarding autofiction.
Now I'm licking my wounds under the sun of Sicily. Not the worst place to recover ;-)
It was something of a scream in the night.
I spent the last week of June crying, because I hurt myself hurting people I love.
And I listened to music. And I understood the meaning of the "hurt" song from Trent Reznor (see my answer to cath - J. Cash made a great cover, there: https://youtu.be/vt1Pwfnh5pc)
And I did what Cuylie helped me understand: I channeled all this pain in making something creative out of it.
I wrote a little something. I don't know where the guy/gun thing comes from. Maybe the "Les nuits fauves" movie from C. Collard. Maybe the suicide of G. Dustan, my fave author regarding autofiction.
Now I'm licking my wounds under the sun of Sicily. Not the worst place to recover ;-)
Making a girl smile can be much more rewarding than bedding her...