Spirituaized
“Ladies And Gentlemen (Kate Telephone Call)”

My head is a riot. This span of the last few days has been unattenuated progress. I’ve been sleeping. My skin is clear and it smells good from the sun. I’ve almost fainted twice from hunger. I’m hungry.

Only philosophers embark on this perilous expedition to the outermost reaches of language and existence. Some of them fall off, but others cling on desperately and yell at the people nestling deep in the snug softness, stuffing themselves with delicious food and drink. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen,’ they yell, ‘we are floating in space!’ But none of the people down there care.