Today, we danced to the song posted below. Something about this piece of music stuck with me, and something told me how to find it. Somehow, this song made the rest of the day feel empty. I came home and took a shower, I ate, I checked my mails and blog. But because I had to do, because it’s routine. It felt like an obligation to function, though it all seemed hollow. My body was doing things while my brain was occupied by this music and the unbearable lightness of being, which is by the way one of the best titles ever, but I didn’t like the book. Bummer.
Anyway. So the day passed by, everything seemed normal and calm and restless as ever.
But the point? The aim?
“The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.”
― Woody Allen
― Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers
― Gustave Flaubert