I think that may be why you had to leave it.
You were sunshine contained behind the dark screen of society’s fading humanity.
You were a songbird watching machines tearing down the trees whose branches were where you’d found your voice.
You were a complex, expressionist painting taken for granted by fools who loved simple, colorless lines.
You were a pocket of clean air in a cloud of nuclear fallout.
You were the flowers of the field carelessly trampled by tourists looking for a pretty place to pose.
You were something of beauty and grace in a culture built for crudeness and inelegance.
And maybe you couldn’t stay in such a warped world, so you set out to find another – one where everything appreciates and emanates the same benevolence as you.
I hope you do.
Ep. 26: Two notes on being a gigging musician. – Inside the Mind of Daniel Thompson
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