Music on the Wall

At times like this, I wish I could write songs. When my head is full of vindictive morass the honestly expressed emotion of a good, angry song seems to me a much more honest expression of human emotion than the dry, clinical detachment of more traditional prose. Think of it as the difference between laying the bricks of a wall and spray-painting the graffiti that covers them…that will get you started on the road to what I mean, though (in an only-half conscious further illustration) this is a description so far flung as to be totally inaccurate. At best this is only a metaphor for the roiling sea of ideas that I (at the moment) have no idea how to properly express.