Grief is not something that is unknown to me. I’ve been acquainted with it before. I know exactly what it’s all about, but even though it’s been familiar to me for so long it hits different every time.
Time to answer the quintessential question: How can we afford to travel so frequently? I mean, after all, we’ve got full-time jobs, busy schedules, families, and various other responsibilities that may hinder us from booking that flight, taking that trip, and putting in that request for time off of work.
Why is it that at times where we experience the worst, we have the best epiphanies? Why is it when we’re at the brink of a potential nervous breakdown, everything we were worried about until this very moment becomes obsolete?
To most people who have never indulged in the house music scene, the name Madeon means absolutely nothing. To me, it’s a glorified name which makes my heart race, my stomach flutter, and my spirits soar.
I have always had a deep rooted curiosity for foreign music; specifically digesting the differences and implications of rap music in comparison to the rap cultures I’ve grown up with: Polish and American. The biggest misconception of this genre is that it’s violent and vulgar, when in fact it is very vulnerable.
I find solace in a dark room. The soft raindrops against my window actually feel comforting, but once again I find myself stuck inside my own mind. I’m racing through hallowed corridors, trying desperately to find a way out. It’s actually darker in there than it is outside right now. I can see through the iris, but can only decipher the numbers on my alarm clock. There’s a sharp pain in the right side of my head and I wince.