Who loves ya, baby?
I know I am.
Yes, but that is inaccessible when you are bored. Boredom doesn't respond. The words don't stand out from the page. Music remains abstract, it doesn't engage with body and emotions, there's no connection. In a state of arousal the wall itself can be fascinating and yield up its every secret. The wall in front of your eyes is full of information and affect.keep searching out something new. delve into it, start a whole new discovery process. within every genre of art/music/literature, etc., there's the legacy to explore: the canon, the underground, the insurgents, the radicals. it's all out there, waiting to be discovered.
what does it mean when barty's fallen off the map?What is my relationship like with my friends? How are we interacting? Is it niggly and antagonistic? Does it feel false or perfunctory? Which friends am I seeing or speaking too and which ones have fallen off the map? What might that mean?
I get this one a lot. People talking in the street, slamming car doors etc feels like an intrusion.When I'm ill, fever ridden, every noise becomes intolerable, the sound of the neighbour's movements and voices, the clicking of their light switch, the closing of their door and creak of floorboard is horribly intimate, right on top of me, the wall just an illusion, every sound of other people provokes paranoia and distress.