You'll receive what you give And this is like nothing I feel like shit But at least I feel something "Disconnected" by In Flames Artistically and technically, the above song isn't hot stuff, but I appreciate the directness of the lyrics. For a rainy Monday, I made this spiced cake to warm up the space, to edge out the creeping voidness, the damp, cold snot of springtime. More specifically, the limp, clammy grip of another spring spent alone. I used to look with scorn on the coupled people I'd see holding hands around town and on Princeton's campus. Now I see I was jealous. Still jealous! A little self-care can go a long way to putting me in the right place to alleviate said loneliness, even while still alone.
