Grinding down the same pathways day after day sets the mind, defines it and grinds it into a submission. It's hard to believe anything exists outside that. As the fibres our thoughts weave across deaden, their properties are stabilised and no branching off is possible. I've reached a point where it's impossible to conceive of any branching off taking place, ever.

( A few of my thoughts about The One AM Radio - This Too Will Pass )

And, back to "You Can Still Run," when he refers to the situation as a "tightening knot", this too is exact. With a week to go 'til exams, that is where I am, at the centre of a tightening knot. I quite fancy being one of his characters; happy in a blissful, broken, sleepy, sad way. I only fear that I lack their resolve, or their creator's wisdom.

I just got back from "Radar" at Stealth. The people who run it are rather charming, the crowd is pretty cool, there are attractive people and cheap drinks. But there is broken glass everywhere, I have a 2 hour evolutionary biology lecture on a friday morning, and the girl I thought was checking me out also had a beard. And was not a girl.

The music can be a bit sketchy. Tonight Ahuman were actually rather charming and I thought they were decent. I am unsure which order the other bands came in but I think Shy Child were truly abysmal monotone rhythmic nonsense, while Metronomy were surprisingly tuneful and dancy and decent. Although they certainly annoyed Alex enough to prompt his departure. The crowd loved both so, like, whatever.

I am sober and have drunk about 5 pints of Coke, but surprisingly not buzzed in the slightest. Acutely aware of the need to brush my teeth now though.

And now I'm back home and I'm relaxing by listening to the new One AM Radio album that I loved a month ago and I love now, a great deal actually. It sounds great, especially when I listen to it when I am not in enormous incredible pain. Not as if I have been lately. But this is really beautiful.


If anyone read all that, well, kudos to you my friend, it was a truly herculean task and the most emo thing I've written in months. And pretty dull as well, I imagine. I couldn't repay you with any number of poor jokes so just imagine me bopping up and down un-enthusiastically amidst 500 pissed nu-ravers if you need a laugh.

And if you know what I should do I'm sure I saw a comment button around here somewhere.