The Nightingale's Call: A Symphony of Shared Epiphanies

When we listen to music, we often feel that it perfectly captures our emotions. Lately, I've been having many of these moments, which I'll call epiphanies. This time it has happened with The Place Where He Inserted the Blade by Black Country.

I am here and now, in a medium-sized apartment, writing about myself. At the same time, I imagine being with you, sitting on the dirty floor of our apartment, humming a tune to distract myself from the pain in my already damaged ankles. Those ankles that I've tripped over so many times. One time in our home country, one time in that place where we visited with a weird-looking glass.

When does this take place, you ask? Forever.

First, it was us reading a book about a teenage suicide. Then, I had a drink in my hand and a cigarette in yours. We've experienced this too many times. Do you remember when we were scared by our scary stories? Was it the tale of the woman that made you scream? Or was it just a child?

The UK calls our names again this time, although its calls no longer sound like the nightingale of John Keats, the poet we both loved. The experience is always filtered to us, my darling; here and now, as I read the words of an overstimulated mind. 

Can you listen to the song?

Cheers to everyone who sings, dances and creates! Life might be just about this! Keep singing...