The Prestidigitator

I have a newfound respect for this very underrated Pink Floyd album thanks to a moment of epiphany whilst listening to High Hopes.

Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

…

Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

Then again, it could have been the whisky. Or that vegetative substance. Or both.

Maybe it’s up to me
Perhaps I’m the one to decide
Should I mold you from my squalid imagination
Or will entropy finally deliver
Am I to leave you to invisible machinations
While cheerful nihilists are betrothed
To despondent brides-to-be
And when the deluded throng the arena
To applaud the stoning of the heathen
Am I to comb the crowd for you
Or will you find me down here

There’s a series of brilliant articles on CNN IBN about being gay in India.

• Coming out, not a gay and glad experience
• Gay and Indian
• Law and Behold
• Six part video

Just so you know, the Indian equivalent of Proposition 8 in America is Section 377.