Quindar, “Body Techniques”

You’re soaking in it.

Photo: Robert

Some mornings when I’m lying in bed before dawn (which, these days, is so early oh my God) I try to imagine a life free of care, where the troubles of the world are so far from my mind that nothing can bring me down. And then I get up, because what else can I do? I’m sorry, I was going somewhere with this but the sheer impossibility of a life free of care defies even my powers of invention and there’s little point in pretending otherwise. There’s no way out. The best I can come up with is: drop me in the Hudson and let me drift away. That’s the ideal scenario. I can’t believe this is where we are now and yet it so many ways it seems inevitable, particularly since I’ve been saying this was how it was all going to end up for so long anyway. Well, whatever, it is what it is and we are who we are. Here’s music. Enjoy.

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