I've come to realise that, aside from all the other things and there are a lot of other things, most of them more qualifiable and quantifiable I seem to have lost my senses of beauty and wonder.
I've only remembered the existence of them through music when listening to a song as beautiful as this one, for instance: I get that very large, and very light, and very expansive feeling in the pit of my stomach, and feel that I could weep, in a nice, cleansing, being-moved-by-great-art kind of way.
And with that reminder of what I used to feel, I realise the feeling has been a stranger for a long time.
Along with all the other things, it occurs to me to wonder how I might regain at least an acquaintanceship with those senses of beauty and wonder those feelings that are their own proof that life is worth the living.
Poe, Haunted, 2000 (I listened to this album for two months straight once)
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