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🎶 Listening to - Every Single Night by Fiona Apple

I think my favourite lines from this song is this part that goes

...These ideas of mine, Percolate the mind, Trickle down the spine, Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze...

I was also reading a poem by a friend of mine and she goes on to elaborate on bathrooms as places of refuge and introspection in indian households for girls growing up because that's one space where closed doors and long time spent (in taking a shower or in introspection, in tears, in self pleasure, in just not being disturbed) are acceptable. And while the themes of both these pieces are not quite the same, there's an element of sameness of women alone with their thoughts - either in physical 'safe' spaces or in the 'safe' acceptance of the night time.