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Lessons from Rothko

The abstract expressionists wanted to strip their work of associations yearning for pure emotion I didn't understand but now I do. Every song I've heard before heard now reminds me of my hollow heart voices and instruments as phantom limb-reminders. So I find weird instrumentals electronic trip-hop stuff I never liked, things with nothing tied to them. No summer love no winter warm kisses or new year of uncertainty. It's my escape into some kind of sensation for now.
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Jan 13, 2012
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