I am the sort of person who can pull up a song from any word in a conversation. And can also pull up a Quranic verse from the same convo. No, I do not have acoustic bipolar, thank you very much. It just depends on which side of the bed I woke up that day.
I had to call my demons before writing this particular piece.
To revisit what it used to be like listening to music oblivious to everything else- but those beats.
Heck, those intoxicating beats…
‘Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie’ as John Milton puts it. And it is a sweet, deadly seduction…
Imagine the horror of waking up on the Last Day, right next to Rihanna.
Or maybe behind Fifty Cent. And there’s that One Direction you worshiped all your life.
All your celebs resurrected and rounded in one bloc. You feel the sun burning…
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