2001-03-02 - 3:42:06 PM

The Lyrics to My Madness

Nothing really new to report, so I'll once again have to go back and write about thoughts I've had (n+1.3) weeks ago.

There's a Marillion song called "Collection" on their _Holidays in Eden_ album. It seems like a pretty harmless little song about some guy who likes to take pictures until you get near the end and suddenly the lyrics are...

If you can't run, you can't hide
If you can't speak, you can't lie
And if you're dead, you can't die
So no one lives inside
My collection.

... and suddenly it's creepy as all get-out.

I've never actually been tempted to whack anyone, but every time I hear that song, I think, "If I was psychotic, I would be psychotic in just that fashion." I love taking photos, and I often find myself regretting the way things change as time goes by. There have been many occasions where I would love to stick a pin in the instant and make it stay like that forever.

Luckily, I know just how impossible that is. I don't like it, but I know it.

I've got some photographs
I'd like to show them to you 
Though you don't know the girls 
You'll recognise the view...

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