ABOUT "CORN FLAKES AND MILK"
You reach for the easy thing. Cola. Chocolate. Donuts at midnight. Cold pizza you pretend is a meal. Each one promises something. None of them deliver.
"And I'm trying not to vanish in the background of my own life"
That's the line. That's the whole song, really. The feeling of slowly disappearing — not dramatically, not in a way anyone notices. Just fading. Becoming furniture in your own story.
And the answer isn't some grand gesture. No revelation. No turning point. It's a bowl of cornflakes and milk. The most ordinary thing in the world. The one thing that doesn't lie to you.
That's all I want. That's all I need.