a different type of perfect

What would you be if you were not what you are now?

Wrap your head tightly in gauze, the gauze around the headphones. On the outside. And put this song on repeat. And enjoy that subtle change in melody or key or theme, that subtle drop from the first line of lyric to the second. Notice that first. Then the rest. Let it fill your potato-sac body. Engorging your brain basically all the way to encephalitis. Want encephalitis, desire it. Forget about that. Don't be an idiot. Focus on the song. Think about how it might actually be changing your life just then for an instant. Just that one instant. Stand upright but stare down at your shoes. Do not get caught listening to this in front of people who respect your current state. People at work, say. Do not listen to this and expect productivity. Appreciate that. Do...not...be an idiot. Consider for a moment the total number of times that you will probably listen to this song. Hundreds? Thousands? Is there any song that you have actually listened to one thousand times? Recall Gagging Order. And know that for this one each and every one of those hundreds will be alone. Alone you will listen to this. By yourself. This is not a song or an album to ever share with anyone else. Nod in acknowledgement when someone says how good they think it is. And let them know that you like it too. But know that it sounds different to them and impacts them differently - even your boys, they feel it differently. A different type of perfect, so to speak.

On Codex.