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Van Occupanther

I am loving the songs that I am finding during this winter break. You have to check this one out. Its somewhere along Indie/rock or Folk/Rock. 😀

I must be careful now in my steps
Years of calculations and the stress
My science is waiting, nearly complete
One glass will last for nearly a week

Let me not get down from walking with no-one
and if I stumble from exhaustion
These buckets are heavy, I fill them with water
I could ask these people, but I shouldn’t bother

Oh no, I’ve stumbled, was I going too fast?
Some get angry, some of them laugh
They told me I wouldn’t, but I found an answer
I’m Van Occupanther, I’m Van Occupanther!

Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
and stay out of sight for a long time

Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
and stay out of sight for a long time

Hesse and Vacations.

Exams are over, so is the current purpose of my life. The only thing that does not work out with vacations is you loose your purpose. All that time I spent giving my exams, I kept thinking, “when will vacations come??”. Because of course, I don’t want to give exams either. But when vacations do arrive, I spend all my time sleeping. So I picked up something today, which I had been planning to read for a very long time. DEMIAN by HERMANN HESSE! The reason I chose this novel is because the epigraph struck a chord with me. It goes like:

All I wanted to do was try to live the life that was inside me, trying to get out. Why was that so hard?

So lets see what tone does this novel set for my vacations. I just felt like writing something again. I shall revisit with my mood-swings and some spoilers.

The imagery!

Over the way lights went on; far down the block the crash was heard, and pedestrians rushed up wonderingly; upstairs a tired man awoke from the edge of sleep and a little girl whimpered in a haunted doze. And all over the moonlit sidewalk around the still, black form, hundreds of prisms and cubes and splinters of glass reflected the light in little gleams of blue, and black edged with yellow, and yellow, and crimson edged with black.

The Cut-Glass Bowl, F. Scott Fitzgerald 

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So pretty, isn’t it? Its one of the best last lines of a story that I have read so far. Every time I read this I fall in love with Fitzgerald all over.

Father John Misty

Everyone’s riding on the rolling tide
Their hearts are heavy and the sea is wide
I’ll never make it to the other side
Friends of mine

O I long to feel your arms around me
O I long to feel your arms around me


I keep feeling like I die a little every time I listen to this song. Its so good. It reminds me how every one is moving on with their lives, looking ahead and I am still stuck there, maybe with a goofy grin, waiting for a hand to pull me along.