Don’t get sentimental

Working, working, working. Reading about Buddhism, and the history of Mexico. Having nightmares about Cortés. Trying to write and not getting much done. Getting ready to say goodbye to one of my very favorite workers at the center (one of my favorite people!). Much sadder about this than I anticipated. Sad in that selfish, childish, kicking my feet on the ground, “I don’t want my friend to leave,” kind of way. Trying to remember all things that have a beginning, have an ending. Trying not to get sentimental. (It always ends up drivel)

A song I love:

Transport, motorways and tramlines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing
The emptiest of feelings
Disappointed people clinging on to bottles
And when it comes it’s so so disappointing

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

Shell smashed, juices flowing
Wings twitch, legs are going
Don’t get sentimental
It always ends up drivel

One day I’m going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and …

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

Let down again
Let down again
Let down again

You know, you know where you are with
You know where you are with
Floor collapsing
Floating, bouncing back
And one day….
I am going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and…

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around
-Radiohead

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