Hospital. Cancer ward. Chemotherapy. Me connected to a life-giving IV. So many thoughts in my swirling brain but it is so hard to put the down on paper… writing. Something that is completely natural to the average educated person. For me normalcy has a different sense and different dimension. It is so difficult to force my unwilling left hand to write. “Write you stubborn limb” I entice it tenderly. “You still have so many things to learn: to get the spoon to the mouth, grab, pet, paint… You can’t be lazy, because you have to be self-sufficient. You can’t count on your twin sister. She won’t help you. She’s not around anymore. She fought against cancer bravely, but it turned out to be stronger.”
Hospital. Cancer ward. A clock opposite the bed, that counts the sad, tearful minutes. Bed. I.V. Me with headphones on. Me swaying toward the healthy world. Swaying with the ever-bigger belief and hope that sound out with each rhythm each word expressively whispered or shouted by you – my idols from Linkin Park. I repeat the chorus to your song like a mantra, “I want to be healthy”
Hospital. Cancer ward. Clock. Lost in thought. Time passes. My time too. When will the pendulum take its final swing? I hope it won’t be soon… In the hit “In the end”, along with M. Shinoda you rap “time is a valuable thing / Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings/ Watch it count down to the end of the day /
The clock ticks life away”.
Tick-tock, tick-tock. The mouse ran up the clock. If it bites there’ll be a spot. A spot and scar on the body – but most of all to the soul. I feel like Icarus whose wings have been cut. Will I still be able to rise above? Your band and the nu-metal you play helps me to rise above my suffering, hopelessness and wounded dreams. You are the medicine for all the evil, a cure-all for the depression, moments of doubt and feeling of senselessness. Your music allows me to survive against all odds. It gives my suffering wings and is Ariadna’s thread to my hope that is lost and
wondering among the mangroves.
I love your album “Hybrid Theory”, where it seems to me the word hybrid has taken on new meaning. You have masterfully merged heavy styles with things that delicately emanate beauty. The interpretation of the album cover (soldier and butterfly wings) makes me think about optimistic things.
Life is a struggle, a fight for your rights and values. Life is full of difficult and dangerous days. But life also has fleeting beautiful moments. Life is shadows and shine. The joy of birth and pain of death, health and sickness, youth with age, spring with fall must agreeably walk side by side…
The wheel of fortune turns. The bright day follows the night. That’s my credo, that came from listening and living through your art.
That is why it is my tremendous dream, life’s dream to take part in your concert and meet you. Someone wise once said that in each joy there is a sign of sorrow, and in each sorrow a crumb of happiness. I live with the hope that you will help me find my crumb. When I find it I will hide it away like the most precious lucky charm into the box of my most beautiful and bright memories.
I send love to you and all the musicians from Linkin Park. I connect with you with my loving thoughts and hope for my dream meeting to come true.
