I’ve been working non-stop for the past two days, recording Descendants of Erdrick’s debut album. We are under serious time constraints, so we will more than likely not be able to include all of the songs we wanted. My trackings are done — with the exception of little scale-runs that I need to clean up. It’s sounding good. A little rushed, but good. I like being busy.
I have very overwhelming feelings of empathy. Over the course of time I’ve learned to channel them into more constructive ways, but I can’t always help the fact that I feel for people. It’s not just the understanding of the emotion, it’s the entire presence of the situation. I can somehow experience it along with them. I have a dull, yet foreboding feeling right now with those who are close to me. There’s something that just doesn’t seem right. And I empathize; I don’t want for anybody to be hurt. But I cannot do a thing. I don’t think. I don’t know. I’m just afraid that there is potential pain and destruction within my close circle. If it were me, I would take the side of caution… but of course, it is not me.
And.
The inevitable will be happening very soon. Something I’ve dreaded for years and years… been afraid of, been always wondering when that ominous telephone call will be. At least I am expecting it, now. And I’ve accepted it. Everybody has to die.
