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R.E.M.:
“FALLS TO CLIMB”
R.E.M. is my sick music. This has been true since high school—no matter how familiar with their catalog I grow, they still reflect the inner rain. Especially Up, which is still underestimated by people who gesture toward Kid A as the great artistic trump card. Like this doesn’t also explore the extreme depths through electronics.
From The Thin Blue Line. Which I watched today instead of progressing on anything substantial because the airplane has landed in my head again, though this time it resembles cold, not flu, because in trying to graduate you cease to take care of yourself in any reasonable way, which only hinders your attempts to graduate, because I probably would’ve watched it even had I not gotten sick, for I have hit that point where all diversionary tactics have grown more sweet and desirable than the tasks at hand, because of the way your eyes look when represented pointilist in a newspaper, the way all the dots seem so chaotic and desperate as they mimic your outlines.
