I never really understood this song, but I like it. It sounds sad and defeated but hopeful at the same time, which is how I feel at the moment about everything – my art, our dwindling bank account, the mountain of laundry that I’m trying so hard to ignore, the failed CPP/NPA peace talks (yes, it bothers me), Philippine politics, my daughter’s therapy, my joblessness.
Having so much time to think is not so good after all.
These are waterlilies at the Singapore ArtScience Museum. I like how it turned out, but as expected, my favorite critic didn’t. He said it looks muddy. As the song goes, I’m not only back, I’m not only numb (whatever that means).