There's a light that never goes out

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Take me out tonight

Where there's music and there's people

Who are young and alive

Driving in your car

I never, never want to go home

Because I haven't got one

Anymore

The Smiths

Dedicated to N. 

Piling up bricks. Working with my bare hands. Unexpected result of what should have been a geeky weekend. N sounds almost relieved when I tell her what I'm doing. Part of me is relieved too, some other part is kinda pissed, but maybe this will help me having less stuff to throw in my own face later on. 

It's amazing how we manage to find incredible ways to get along with other people and we never really learn how to deal with ourselves. This song, this post is for her and for me. Because that's what we really have in common: a deep inability to deal with ourselves, with the place we live in (I'm not gonna call them "home" for a precise reason), with our own emotions. 

But that's not uncommon, on the contrary. We are social animals, always reaching for something different. Those of us who don't feel the need to are blessed with peace of mind and ignorance.

You can choose whether to envy or pity them. 

So we can live on our own, can't we? But there's a light that never goes out. And it burns, and it keeps us thinking, casting the shadow of our thoughts on the walls inside our skull. There's no real peace for the open minded, guzzling down inputs from the outside world like candies. And we want more. And it's never enough. It's a good thing, but sometimes we just fail to handle our addiction. 

Home is not a safe place. Home is not a dark place, 'cause there's a light that never goes out.