How We Decorate Time- Music
One of the most admirable skills of my generation is our ability to romanticize everything that has ever existed and tear it to pieces at the same time. One object of this romanticization, and perhaps the one most often attacked, is music. Music is more than a composition of words and melodies, it is medicine. It flows with our blood through our veins, streams from our hearts, burns through our lungs and pours into our brains, where it connects every bit of time with an immortal memory. In the past month, I have experienced a myriad of incidents, lying on various points on the fortunate-to-unfortunate scale. When everything from family, health, travel, friendship, responsibilities, drama, and life, in general, circled me like sharks on chum, I could not help but succumb to a state of pitiful helplessness and inactivity. In the words of Marie Ulven Ringheim (popularly known as Girl In Red), “October passed me by just like any month”, and through this tumultuous time of my year, music ke
