Chaos of the Galaxy

I've been taking walks, and they give me a chance to review my life via high-school ipod. And well, to fall in love with Mark Linkous. Since he died from a self-inflicted rifle blast to the heart I've avoided listening to his songs. You know, afraid to summon a ghost.
And though I may be projecting (as I do), hearing Sparklehorse now i realize that Mark Linkous was incredibly shy, to the detriment of his music and life, the way he built metaphors and hid behind indeterminable recurring symbols. I think I learned a lot from him, but its time for me to be a lot braver when talking about real things in my films and life. I mean, everything is absurd enough as it is.