My behaviour at two parties I attended over the weekend provided some explanation as to who I am, who I want to hang around with and who I get along with. This song becomes more and more significant to me as I get *older*.
Thom Yorke:It’s like being trapped in one…space, like one point.
Thom Yorke:(holds up one finger) And you can’t go backwards and you can’t go forwards and you can’t go in any direction; you’re absolutely trapped in one particular space in time, and you cannot move on--because I use music to move on, to progress through life. And so when I lost that, I lost the ability to progress, or anything...so you start to lose the ability to interact, and it becomes like a vicious circle, because you’re just like this all the time.
Thom Yorke:(imitates being paralyzed)
Interviewer:So you’re sitting there at home all the time doing nothing, or is it….?
Thom Yorke:No, it’s just every time you go to a piece of music, or read a book, or…go for a drive in your car, you’re constantly thinking that you’re trapped...you’re stuck, you’re like a full stop, and you’ll never be anything else.
Thom Yorke:I think the only way that you deal with it, eventually, is you--you just forget about it. You choose to not have a problem about it, you choose to go and see your friends and go out and get…drunk and enjoy life and just forget about it and just wait for...wait for it to come back.
“I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.”—Franz Kafka (via perfect)