Street Spirit

Radiohead – Street Spirit from The Bends (1995) /whiny sap shlock (beauty defined)/
((“This machine will not communicate these thoughts and this strain I am under.Be a world-child.. form a circle before we all go under. And fade out, fade out again.”
In the darkness, I reach out towards it. A shimmer and a whispered glimmer in front of me. My fingers close tight around emptiness. Turn my body lazily to the side. Reach again. Graceful like a swan. Like a swimmer. My hand grasps only itself. Repeat until realization eventually dawns. Nothing to hold on to. I am floating alone. A pallid white shape surrounded by black so heavy and complete. The absence of light and texture. Curl to hug my knees to my lips and tumble weightless and far. Graceful. Vanish in the distance, leave it behind. A brief blip and out like the television’s white last light.))