June 5th: In Fear and Faith — Circa Survive
I was planning on writing about Karnivool’s “All I Know,” but somehow I’ve sat down and we’re talking about In Fear and Faith instead. The opening line asks, “Can we last through the winter?” But I’m more concerned about the summer. I’ve had a bit of a seasons theme lately, I guess. I wrote a line that’s (kind of) about summer a few days ago, and it’s been the first really hot days of the year (already!) this weekend, so it’s naturally been a talking point.
I’ve never liked summer. I mean, I guess it had its perks when I was in school, because, summer meant not actually being in school. But, now it just means being hot and uncomfortable most of the time while life just continues. It’s odd to say, too, because I have a lot of things to look forward to in the next couple months and I am genuinely excited for the near future. I just really do not like the heat.
A lot of people don’t like the heat, though, I’m certainly not alone in that. I’ve already heard plenty of tales of people being generally crabby and unpleasant because of it. And of course, it’s understandable. It’s easy to lose some cheeriness when you’re physically very uncomfortable. But, at the same time, it’s unfamiliar.
This got a bit more introspective than I intended. A bit less about IFaF than I intended. Go ahead and take us home, Anthony.
It must be buried under the heart that makes this place persistent
You’ll find in time, the gate’s been open
And I’ve been wondering if you’d been real with us
An afterthought: Yes, this is the second Circa song we’ve had this month already, but last year I had two Karni songs in the first four days. I made a great House of Leaves reference to justify it. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but here’s the relevant passage, and you can use your imagination.
Now I’m sure you’re wondering something. Is it just coincidence that this cold water predicament of mine also appears in this chapter?
Not at all. Zampanò only wrote ‘heater.’ The word ‘water’ back there — I added that.
Now there’s an admission, eh?
Hey, not fair, you cry.
Hey, hey, fuck you, I say.