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THE REVIEW
20:40
I am sad, or at least I think I am. After all, I am always sad, fucking sad, I feel alone, alone in the world, alone even in a crowd, alone when I sleep and when I'm awake. For me, there is no escape: I am fragile but I consider myself strong, and this conviction helps me move forward somehow. I don't have much self-esteem, I pretend to have it, and by pretending, I do nothing but delude myself. Everything I do, say, and show is terribly sad and boring. I don't know what's special about me; I can't understand the people who appreciate me. What is so special about me? This question is one of the reasons that makes me sad. Maybe it's just existential discomfort! Maybe it's me who doesn't leave myself alone! Maybe it's me who creates too many problems! Overwhelmed by all these doubts, by these disheartening "maybes," I find a way out by always pretending that everything is fine, and I don't cry anymore, except inside. I might seem like the usual depressed person who finds an excuse for being so. This sort of sadness, anger towards the world and myself, my being alternative, different from others, well, all these things push me to write. I write as a form of therapy or simply as an outlet; I need it like water and bread. While I write, I think of Nick Drake and other depressed people like me who found peace with death. I feel a bit sorry for them, I somewhat agree with them, but I think there is a healthy way to overcome depression, which has nothing to do with drinking, smoking, drugging, and letting oneself die: music!
20:51
It's been exactly 11 minutes since I started writing. I don't know if it's too much or too little, but these words, written spontaneously, are a spontaneous declaration of my state of mind, fragile but strong, which I carry with and within me every day. I keep hoping that in this world, things are not as they describe them to us or as they should be. And this absurd but also "plausible" belief/illusion leads me to say that... yes... the moon can be pink, in fact: it is pink!
"You can say the sun is shining, if you must, I see the moon, and it seems so clear. You can take the road that leads to the stars, I will take the road to understand myself." (Nick Drake - Road)
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The review delves into the deep emotional resonance of Nick Drake's Pink Moon, reflecting on themes of sadness, loneliness, and existential uncertainty. The reviewer connects personally with the album, recognizing music as a therapeutic outlet amidst inner turmoil. Pink Moon is portrayed as a haunting yet healing companion for those grappling with depression. The review highlights the album’s subtle power and its capacity to offer solace and understanding.
Nick Drake
Nicholas Rodney "Nick" Drake (19 June 1948 – 25 November 1974) was an English singer-songwriter noted for three studio albums: Five Leaves Left (1969), Bryter Layter (1971) and Pink Moon (1972).36 Reviews
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