My halo's got a hole in it so it don't keep me dry, but that's OK because my brain is my heart's umbrella. sings Jeffrey Lewis in a song called, 'You Don't Have to Be a Scientist to Do Experiments on Your Own Heart.' (You can catch a taster here.) I chose it because it's a song about "that conscious attempt at growth" and whether it's "stupid"; the moral vs. amoral, rational vs. sentimental, delving vs. denying. This is a place to slow down the succession of fleeting images and experiences that make up my life and analyse the hell out of them. (Whether this growth has to be arrogantly public is under debate.) My Christian friend Kat(i)e is fond of analogies, mostly to do with being refined (like oil or gold) to a purer substance, so that's where the 'scientist' part comes in. To kick off with an analogy: the aim of this place is to help me determine whether I'm just paddling in circles, or ploughing lanes with custom-made goggles and a shaved back.
Just for the record, I don't need to literally shave my back, which is good, as it sounds difficult.
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Trying to sift the reality from the fantasies, and vice versa.
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