My mother
once taught me this trick; whenever you feel depressed, hold your right thumb
under your left wrist and feel your pulse. Close your eyes then. And now start
singing, forming words that may not make sense or words you couldn’t possibly
say, and tap your feet a bit, shake your head a bit.
How is that
supposed to help, I asked.
Don’t you see
it? You are music, baby. And music is never ugly and moreover, never lonely.
Everybody loves music.
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