I won’t be sad but in case I go there
to make myself feel bad…
Tegan and Sara
When I’m unwell, either way, I tend to get obssessed with word related things: a book, a song, a poem. When I was depressed earlier this year, it was Eliot’s The Waste Land- extracts even crept into my suicide note. It was on paper upon paper in my room, a constant underscore to my thoughts. Next it was Emmy The Great’s “First Love” album- I now feel slightly sick when I listen to it, lovely as it is. Before my second admission I was obssessed with “SPace Oddity”, singing its way between every thought, dizzying, upsetting. I wonder why this happens.
Does anybody else get this?
At the moment, Tegan and Sara are thrumming in my head, a near constant between other songs battling for my mind’s attention. I am slightly worried by it because I can’t think straight if my head is full of songs. As long as The Waste Land doesn’t creep back in, I guess we’re okay.