Björk
“All Is Full Of Love” (Live Box Verzzz)
I remember I woke up blisteringly hung over. It was one of those days where waking up seems like a numbered, ordered process. It’s kind of like being born, again. Five fingers? Five fingers? Five toes? Five toes? Watch. Cell Phone. Turn your brain on. Eyes open? Coughing. I peeled myself off the floor and got a few clothes on. I was at a friend’s house, but I didn’t want to leave exactly. I walk up the street to the coffee shop, but I stop in the dollar store to buy some lotion and a super ball. I’m sitting outside murdering the crossword and trying to keep the coffee down.
Later, I return walking a different route, and I hear this song and it’s one of those hung over epiphanic moments where your muddle-headedness has obscured the meaning of the world enough so that you think you might have started to grasp it.
