July. This is always a tough month for me. This summer, I can vehemently direct my emotions to the album July by Marissa Nadler, and in particular, the song Firecrackers. Marissa Nadler sings:
Firecrackers burned into heaven on the floor
My attackers, it's me it's me it's me you're looking for
July Fourth of last year, we spilled all the blood
How'd you spend your summer days?
I know better now I don't call you up at night
'Cause baby, your ghost and I have changed
I have a tendency to relate random things that I read, see, taste, etc. into one amalgamated theme. Ayn Rand writes:
"We cannot serve him by making terms with his destroyers."
"I'm not making terms with them. They need me. They know it. It's my terms that I'll make them accept."
"By playing a game in which they gain benefits in exchange for harming you?"
On a separate note, tonight I photographed windows and reflections.