I don’t think I could live without a voice.
(If anyone wants to say “But you live without one of reason, ha. ha.ha.ha.” you’ve been beaten to it.)
After wailing my lungs out at Timbre on Thursday night, my throat proceeded to start a rebellion unlike that of Bangkok – confined, but full of fireworks. I could barely speak for 3 days, and all the emotion I could possibly muster was translated into “Cough. Cough? Cough cough cough. Cough!”
At the same time the brain decided to turn into a ball of mucous fluid, with every molecule insisting that the only pathway to freedom was through my nostrils.
(sneeze.)
… What’s my point? I think I lost it. Let me look around and find it first before I continue… Oh it’s hidden within the parentheses.
It doesn’t seem important anymore. I’m gonna go sit in a corner and weep after I click on ‘Publish’.