Dissolved/2
When the world comes crashing down (or the oceans crashing up, depending), I wonder if it's going to be with wind flurries and swirling air currents or if it's going to be atomized via CNN. I vote for the latter, but that's only because disaster seems to happen that way to us middle-class white kids with mobility. I'm hinting at something now. Heavy wink and nod. Think several letters ago. Several alphabets ago, actually. Several ages ago.
But lets say it does happen with air currents and wind flurries and buildings shuddering, turning to dust, boats run aground. Ground run asea. I picture music boxes in childhood bedrooms all going off at the same time while the water rises/the land sinks/the wind blows shit over. I've been Bruckheimered, we all have, maybe - the common mythology of precious sentimentality. Dial 0 for Barthes.
I've been thinking a lot about the end of the world these past few months, what with hurricanes and earthquakes and mudslides and scientists. Sometimes I make peace with it and sometimes I don't. But it's kind of like when I started actually thinking about what it means to die and not exist anymore. One night I thought about it for about 45 minutes - thought about not existing, that is (I know, emo, bullshit, French, whatever, &c.) - and got so completely terrified that I resolved never to think about it for any length of time again. By and large, I've maintained that commitment.
Whenever I pull close to being ok with impending doom, it sounds something like this. And the optimistic part of me includes the afterconversation with landlords. Because when I was getting my atomized mass disaster via Wolf and his 900 TVs, I didn't think about my landlords. But a month later, there they were.
Disco Inferno - Footprints in the Snow
It's all just as beautiful and noisy, so get it here, if you can't find it anywhere else (tho I think One Little Indian may sell it).
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In case you didn't notice, a series is beginning to take shape. There are a couple more serieses being readied, with new records ahoy. Well, not new new, but new to me and (hopefully) new to you. More to come in the Dissolved series.
But lets say it does happen with air currents and wind flurries and buildings shuddering, turning to dust, boats run aground. Ground run asea. I picture music boxes in childhood bedrooms all going off at the same time while the water rises/the land sinks/the wind blows shit over. I've been Bruckheimered, we all have, maybe - the common mythology of precious sentimentality. Dial 0 for Barthes.
I've been thinking a lot about the end of the world these past few months, what with hurricanes and earthquakes and mudslides and scientists. Sometimes I make peace with it and sometimes I don't. But it's kind of like when I started actually thinking about what it means to die and not exist anymore. One night I thought about it for about 45 minutes - thought about not existing, that is (I know, emo, bullshit, French, whatever, &c.) - and got so completely terrified that I resolved never to think about it for any length of time again. By and large, I've maintained that commitment.
Whenever I pull close to being ok with impending doom, it sounds something like this. And the optimistic part of me includes the afterconversation with landlords. Because when I was getting my atomized mass disaster via Wolf and his 900 TVs, I didn't think about my landlords. But a month later, there they were.
Disco Inferno - Footprints in the Snow
It's all just as beautiful and noisy, so get it here, if you can't find it anywhere else (tho I think One Little Indian may sell it).
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In case you didn't notice, a series is beginning to take shape. There are a couple more serieses being readied, with new records ahoy. Well, not new new, but new to me and (hopefully) new to you. More to come in the Dissolved series.
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