mazzy star

new favorite, choice of listening.
Hope is beautiful. So is her voice. So is the band, overall.
new good music since Radiohead for my personal mindstorage collection.
it feels strange, but i guess it's normal;
i feel like i am myself again.
for the first time.
in a really long time.
my heart mind soul; they're all mine again.
settled, not content, but clipped and clicked back into my own body.
there was this amazing scene today in this play i saw;
there was a feisty, incredibly intelligent woman who had cancer.
her husband is speaking of the brain as a biological machine made of beer tops,
and when he finally breaks out of his monologue and asks her what she thinks,
she mutters, "i don't care."
he goes, "what?"
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" she screams.
she almost sobs that it feels as if he and her cancer are in cahoots with one another.
that they are attacking her body and treating her as if her mind is also decaying.
but its simply not true, she says.
her body is not her.
her husband views her brain and mind as one; and since her brain is simply a compound of various things,
her body decaying is the same as *her* decaying.
so she screams,
that she wants his grieving soul at her funeral,
not some critical communist outpour.
she wants the thing that loved her without rational thought.

and then she dies.