We're etching, on copper. I'm doing an owl. It is strangely how I get trough days, they seem to float by me, and I keep forgetting what I do. I'm suffering trough the boresome hours, and at the end of the day, I wake up... With Deaf Center composing your feelings and thoughts, you go around with an eerie feeling, your heartbeat drops, your senses rise. And you float. Just watching the world on their carousel, as watching them trough the window of a train. You can't touch them, if you do, they'll see you and you will fall.
I keep imagining mountains, a vast landscape, moist and damp. You smell the air, you feel it pulling you out of yourself. It's overcome by the dark shadows of the mountains, but light breaks trough. Your feet are bare, and the wet ground feels relaxing underneath you, curing you. Your urban disease, the smoke and dirt, washing away.
You start walking slowly, as in a sleepwalk, your consciousness rising above you...
But then the song ends, and class begins.
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Reality is such a boring thing, isn't it? It would be so much more fun if we could live in a world of our imagination. Ah, the wonders to be found there... then again, there are wonders even here in this world, we just need the time and opportunity to go look for them.
I would recommend Mari Boine to you. Some of her music is really beautiful, especially the songs on Idjagieðas. I often get the same feeling as when I listen to Deaf Center. ^^
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