Sometimes when I lay down to go to sleep, safe in my home, next to the person I love, I hear an alarmingly present voice calling from inside me saying, "i want to go home."
Dear listener, what does this mean? It does not mean I am unhappy, or alone or lost. Rather, it may mean that worlds within worlds exist inside us, and there are many homes therein. Music is a life raft that I travel upon through these worlds. The Other River, as best I can tell it never stops moving. This is Part one. To be continued.