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Dulcet tones. Someone else owns it. A musical anthem that seems appropriate from a voice far better than mine, with a lyricsm that echoes more thoughts I can imagine. Barren and isolated. A melancholey uplift. A resonant voice that seems to replicate mine in a way I can't describe. I would like too, but it would seem that my language is stuck with the visual. In a way that my thoughts seem abrasive, abhorrent, or compulsive. Language that abuts a situation rather than calms it. A combative language that only aims to provocate. Unfortunately, I can't seem to imagine anything else. An un-investigated life seems less than what I imagined. Is it that hard to imagine it for others around you. Maybe so. However, is not the conversation worth having?
Justin Batchelor