Needles & Grooves

I hear you... I've never felt like it made music feel finite though. I mean, I miss Bowie every damn day, but I can still put on a record (hardly ever blackstar, because it still hurts) and revisit my old friend.

It does contribute to the ever growing sense of my own insignificance. I am constantly struggling with the fact that we as a species are ultimately insignificant which makes my own insignificance easier to swallow.

Music is energy, it's everywhere, in everything and it will never stop. Waves hitting a shoreline, wind through the leaves of a tree, birds singing, we're surrounded by it.