Another Promethea slides into frame. From over a decade ago. Album comes to mind while reading Promethea, seems like a good idea. This song kicks in and I'm transported back across time's many chemical collapses. I check the title. Oh. There it is.
Come on mood shift, shift back to good again.
Though I picked the thorny path myself, I'm afraid — afraid of where it leads.
Really hope she gets me straight, cause my own inner cosmology has become too dense to navigate.
Give me fire. Give me art. Release me from the rocks and crows. Promethean symbolism necessitates this oscillation; you bring something bright into the world, and then apparently you have to suffer a while. I'm looking into ways to reduce the suffering. Tomorrow morning I'll see a new counselor. I'll be as honest and clear as I can: I don't want her to like me. I want her to help me.