Emotionally drained might be the best way to put it. After all, you’ve spent the last three hundred and fifty seven pages becoming attached to the protagonist, learning her fears, strengths, shortcomings and favorite type of vodka.
The last paragraph seems to end too soon, and you flip the page to the acknowledgments, craving more; more words, more information, more knowledge of whether they fall in love, or who the likable teenage daughter becomes as she grows up.
You sit in your bed, clad in your summer pajamas, feeling the fan blowing it’s artificial breeze on your sunburnt face, and the sweat accumulating in the crease behind your knees.
It’s hot, and you still want more, but the pages turn, blank, until the plastic coated back cover is under your fingers, and you toss the book on the table, stand up and wander off, processing what you’ve just read, as if it has happened to you, forgetting that this same cycle will happen again in about 400 pages or so, when you pick up a new book.
Almost two years ago, I wrote my first guest post for tuneage. It was on Mumford & Sons. The band has since exploded - being nominated for a grammy, featured on major movie soundtracks and playing shows across the world.
A new (fairly high quality) Mumford & Sons track is making the rounds online. It comes from a live session the band did for a Colorado radio station.
The song is currently Untitled but I couldn’t help my excitement in sharing this beautiful track - Marcus Mumford’s crooning voice, heartbreaking lyrics and those fantastic harmonies have me hooked.
“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”—Louis de Bernieres (via littlegermantownbee)