Apathetic

I’m so tired of pining over someone who’s not here, thinking dreaming will help her materialize and waltz right up to me when I’m ambling down the sidewalk, the stars don’t align in the right places and there aren’t ‘precious’ moments in life, I’ve gradually lost the will to hope for a life better than…

That Ragtime though

I’ve never been to New Orleans and learned what little I know about the culture from HBO’s Treme. I do like jazz though. Now, some jazz is inaccessible like abstract philosophy. You can only listen to it from a distance and wonder (in awe or repulsion) about what’s really going on. But play a Benny…