Thursday, September 28, 2006


Cycling home yesterday, I started off listening to Good Monsters, but by the time I got to the Puhinui Interchange, my body needed something a little more energetic to keep it moving, so I selected The Battle Of Los Angeles.

It’s an album that I’ve listened too many, many times, and one song in particular is my favourite, Born Of A Broken Man, and more specifically, these lyrics:

His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning

But as my legs were burning and the lyrics thundered through my head one more time my thoughts turned to Aimee, and how sometimes she just can’t cope and is overwhelmed by seemingly simple everyday situations.

It got me thinking about just what was going on inside her curly haired head, and what all the visual and audible cues were doing to her brain as they overloaded her senses.

I understood her a little more in that moment.

Understood, but still felt helpless, as I can’t help Aimee let the moths fly free.

1 comment:

wotsitgonnabe said...

very eloquently written.

I sometimes feel as if you have more of a handle on who our Aimee is than I do. It's hard to understand her frustrations without becoming frustrated myself.

love you...