spiral

Music as damnation. I often wondered, did it soothe my damaged self, or did it worsen it.
I loved it, but it kept my spiraling downwards, kept me in a place of eternal sadness. It did confirm everything I felt and left me no other way to go and no possible exit. And they were not my sounds, nor my words. Nothing but some one others opinions and emotions mixed with a little talent and inscribed on some record. I was at a point of not knowing anymore. I laid down my works as an artist and simply stopped existing.


Robert Mel Parkner, The Garden