Bone Dry

At some point I started to realise that everything is not how it seems.
Maybe you’ve had the same experience, maybe not. For me at least, no drugs were involved.

And that realisation has become, over time, both liberating and discombobulating. The end conclusion of which has been that the only thing I can be absolutely sure of is that of my conscious experience. Even if that’s a delusion, it’s a real delusion. One that I’m actually having.

”I’m deluded, therefore I am”. You could say.

And you might well not argue with that. But I would also understand if it all sounds like bunkum to you. Maybe when I talk like this, you’d like to get off the bus. Or just hope I return to my senses.

But in reality, despite this philosophical meandering, I continue to live, day to day, as though my experience is real. It’s necessary. Ironically, I feel more locked into reality than I ever was before.

Bone Dry was probably intuitively saying something along these lines when I wrote it, on a walk down from Beinn Ghuilean, a few years. It wasn’t a thought through song at all. It just kind of happened.

It’s all kinda happening.

Are you still there?