Through Glass

Inspired by the song of the same title by Stone Sour, which may have inspired me before thinks critically, but can’t remember, so I’m going with it. Specifically, the lyrics:

I’m looking at you through the glass
Don’t know how much time has passed
Oh God, it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

I’m not sure what the group had in mind for the song, but let’s explore what it means to me as the artist, shall we. To me, this is a self-portrait of sorts. It’s about depression, irrelevancy, alcohol as a coping mechanism, and the overused Thoreau quote: “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” Sure, my subject is female, but it transcends male and female issues, piercing like a Misericorde to the very heart of the human condition.

I know you ladies can tell something is wrong, because the bra is the first thing you take off when you get home, so that was a purposeful choice. She’s surrounded by the trappings of success, but at heart it’s all meaningless, a vague nod to the commercialism we are expected to embrace in a post-dystopian American society.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for today. I’ve planted a flag saying “I was here.” Don’t be concerned, I’m an artist. I channel this stuff. I have people to support so I’m not going anywhere.

Did you know there’s a new number to call if you are feeling that way? It’s 988. Outside the States? You may be out of luck, sorry.

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