Interesting to read these interpretations. I'm sure none of us have this right but here is my take, probably influenced by my own life experience more than anything
The story this tells me is that there is a man who is facing up to a big loss. Someone is dying in hospital. The "gasping" line really conjures the desperation and and grappling with reality one faces. It seems to me that he is in the hospital, maybe someone else in his family is doing worse with the situation. Or maybe the situation doesn't directly concern him but he is there supporting a friend.
When a parent dies you do feel like you are moving into a new age.
Anyway, the narrator isn't dealing with it too well, and has a drug experience during it all. [while the angels stand by = waiting for the person to die or recover] Bear in mind this can be a long process so he could well be just doing what is normal to him, but sick of dealing with life's sh#t.
This thread is probably moribund too, but I'd like to know what people think of this idea.
It reminds me of waiting for a lift in a certain facility resting my forehead on a windowpane, feeling similar things.
Interesting to read these interpretations. I'm sure none of us have this right but here is my take, probably influenced by my own life experience more than anything
The story this tells me is that there is a man who is facing up to a big loss. Someone is dying in hospital. The "gasping" line really conjures the desperation and and grappling with reality one faces. It seems to me that he is in the hospital, maybe someone else in his family is doing worse with the situation. Or maybe the situation doesn't directly concern him but he is there supporting a friend. When a parent dies you do feel like you are moving into a new age. Anyway, the narrator isn't dealing with it too well, and has a drug experience during it all. [while the angels stand by = waiting for the person to die or recover] Bear in mind this can be a long process so he could well be just doing what is normal to him, but sick of dealing with life's sh#t. This thread is probably moribund too, but I'd like to know what people think of this idea. It reminds me of waiting for a lift in a certain facility resting my forehead on a windowpane, feeling similar things.