You Realize Time Isn't Just A Period

When You Say Something Or Sing Something Enough Times, It Becomes A Self-fulfilling Prophecy. It's Almost Like Casting Spells. I Don't Mean Necessarily In The Flighty, 'i'm Going To Go Buy A Cloak With A Hood Now' Way.

With Music, I Wasn't Curious Anymore. There Was No Dialogue. By The Time I Stopped, I Knew It Wasn't Going To Be Gone Forever, But It Just Wasn't The Right Time For Me To Care About That.

I Had A Guitar Leaning Against The Wall And I'd Squint At It. It Was Almost Like A Dog That Had Been Kicked - I Didn't Think I Had Anything To Offer It.

I'm In The Countryside Outside Of Paris, In A Beautiful Old Manor House. The Studio Is In The Basement, But We Decided To Set Everything Up In The Old Parlor And Dining-room Area So We Can Look At Each Other And (at) The Sunshine Coming Through The Stained-glass Windows. It's Pretty Idyllic, And I Think It's Spoiling Me. I'll Have To Go Back To Regular Life After This.

I Said I'd Stop For A Year, Which Was Inconceivable To Me And Everyone Around Me. It Seemed Like So Long. But Then, After That Year, I Looked Up And I Still Hadn't Gotten My Land Legs Back At All.