Max de Wardener - "Bismuth Dream".
I spend my day looking at changing numbers. Green numbers, red numbers, yellow numbers. If the numbers have been printed in an interesting or especially sans-serif font, they seem bland. If they are serifed, or large, or black or red on white, they seem dire. They change. They tick up and down, noiselessly. The numbers mean so much. They are important; they predict the future. They're also just numbers. This morning I was looking at the numbers, selecting and unselecting some of them, copy and paste, graph and compare, and then I looked away from the numbers at my piece of toast on the plate, and the way the sunlight fell across that toast, with the distant sound of laughter through the apartment wall, and instead of attending to the numbers on the screen I simply counted in my head, from one to ten.
I felt hopeful suddenly, as if I had received an inoculation.
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hi sean, the link does not work, there seems to be a typo.
Posted by alex at March 23, 2020 2:32 PMFixed - thanks!
Posted by Sean at March 23, 2020 8:10 PMthere are fancy strings of words that i've been reading that say things like, "mood lability" and "activations of limbic systems in crisis" and really what they mean to say is, "this shit is fucked up." "there's no real way to respond." "washing your dishes and letting them pile around you are really the same thing." "and this will cycle. you will rise, you will clean, you will fall, you will let it all pile around you until the pandemic is over and you're found walking a labyrinth of china and melamine trying to find the center. walking in circles, hoping to find the center." this song is perfection, and am grateful it's here to accompany us into the apocalypse. thank you for continuing to post.
Posted by amy at March 29, 2020 10:28 PM
and it will begin playing. All songs are also available to download: just right-click the link and choose 'Save as...'
