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Let The Path Grow Over

from If Every Day Were Like This One by John Callaghan

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The mind can be thought of as a field.
The most frequently-travelled routes leave paths along the grass and likewise in our mental make-up.
These routes are a map of our emotional destinations.
They indicate that the territory they lead us to is a familiar destination.
The deeper and clearer the path, the more frequently it's taken and the easier it is to go.
In town planning, these are called 'desire lines'.
But often with the mind the journeys taken are *not* desired.
But even reluctant journeys will leave tracks if they're taken enough and the place the tracks lead to becomes easier to find.
I worry that you've left a trail of regret that killed the grass and marked a path.

So do yourself a favour - and let the path grow over.
Let the scum settle at the bottom of the kettle.
Easier said than done, of course, to wipe the only past we have away.
But let the path grow over - and do yourself a favour.

Atoms consist largely of nothing.
So do our thoughts, which might therefore be considered just as real.
But there's a grain of truth to the real things.
Apparently, in the case of people, this is literally so.
Our actual condensed matter, without the empty space, is said to be the size of a grain of salt.
Anyway, the danger is that that tiny mote of reality, that anchor, is lost with our memories, perhaps in the way film can record sound and vision but not taste, smell and touch.

Anyway, looking into the past means there's no way to distinguish between real events and imagined ones.
Old paths are like scars in the ground, and wounding experiences can leave scars across the memory.
But those tracks don't have to be from real injuries, just perceived ones.
And secrets, too, leave their landmarks.
I worry that all you'll remember from today are the failures.
You've made a direct route to the thorns.

So do yourself a favour - and let the path grow over.
Let the scum settle at the bottom of the kettle.
I spend days just forgetting to.
It should be the easiest thing to do.
But let the path grow over - and do yourself a favour.
I spend days just forgetting too.
It should be the easiest thing to do in the world.
But let the path grow over - and do yourself a favour.

You can landscape your garden as you want.
Find some new destinations, places that you actually want to go to.
Make some new paths and let the old ways be lost.

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from If Every Day Were Like This One, released May 15, 2020

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John Callaghan UK

John Callaghan is an unusual songwriter / performer of thoughtful and spiky electronica from Birmingham (UK).
More of his songs can be found at bleep.com/artist/153 (the stuff on Warp Records, basically, including "I'm Not Comfortable Inside My Mind").
He is 173cm tall, weights 73kg and has a blood pressure of 110/60Hg.
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