Here is one (of many) odes to my favorite album of all-time. It’s the one record I’d want with me while I’m stranded on a desert island, hurtling through the void of space or sweating to oblivion on my deathbed.
I want to die while listening to

“To Here Knows When”.

I want my body to dissolve

into a quivering lattice

of magenta-colored vibrations

as the song I’ve been playing
my whole life
bursts into one last screech

of feedback.

When I listen to that song

I picture I’m on a boat

floating down a pink and purple river

full of red leaves

and I’m floating out out out

into infinity

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