John Lennon’s “Nobody Told Me” song inspired me to write this text. Indeed, sometimes I feel that all days of my life could be named strange.
In the last post, I wrote that after I wake up, I hear in my mind the Beatles’ songs, like the ones from the “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” album. The truth is that the more I’ve been listening to the Beatles’ songs within the last months (I wrote the current text on the 13th of September, 2022), the more YouTube’s AI recommended John Lennon’s, Paul McCartney’s, or George Harrison’s songs. Regarding the first artist, I’ve never heard such tremendous songs as “Watching The Wheels” or “Nobody Told Me” tunes. The truth is that for many years I knew John Lennon mainly thanks to his “Imagine” song.
I do not know, but I feel Lennon referred to the remarkable The Doors song “Strange Days.”
I already wrote a post about this album. While writing about all these things, I wondered whether all my days were, indeed, strange ones. You know what, my Dear Friend? I think they are peculiar and odd. Undoubtedly, all days, even if similar, are totally different at their core. It is only up to us whether we find the differences each day, even if they sometimes seem to be the same dull days. Street photography opened my eyes to all these issues. While thinking visually, I notice how each day changes as time passes. Earlier, I did not notice it. I believe that most people do not see and feel that, indeed, every new day is the first day of one’s life. Isn’t it strange? After all, we were born only once. Or, perhaps it is better to convince oneself that we are strangely reborn every time we wake up?
