Micropolitan

Lemuria//Mechanical

Sometimes, I accidentally hit the little “repeat track” icon on my iPod as I’m locking it. And then I stick it in the inside pocket of my coat. Then I go out into the brutal winter, and a song starts to loop as I stumble forth; it’s too cold to go unzipping and digging around, so I just let it go on and on. Usually it makes me totally crazy and itchy, and then a spiralling sense of helplessness devours me.

(I am sometimes that fragile).

But this song sounded all right! Actually, each time it started, it seemed to build and intensify. Like, somewhere in the little gapless playback netherzone, they were asking me…”Do you want to hear that ONE MORE TIME???!!!?”

This time, my answer was, “Hell, yeah!”