My favorite band released a new album two days ago. Today I listened to it. I feel a lot of love for the band. One of those things in the world that I understand deeply, and which can invoke a sense of 'home' regularly. Like a family member.
It's amazing to have things that I understand, forever, and to a deep core. That I know, and have experiences with. Caden Cotard. Radiohead. I know these things. They are as family as family is. They shaped me. They are the most real things to me, since they comprise part of my foundation. I cannot escape them -- they are baked into my mortar. Infused throughout my self -- I cannot see reality without them.
The album closes with an old song -- one of the most earnest efforts in the group's history. It's as if there would be nothing more afterward--- they submitted to a freeze-death, and left with their last hand an old piece by which we are to remember them.
Nothing is so constantly real as family. Few things in the world don't fade into space. Few things are phaseless and prominent. Radiohead hangs in the sky bright and constant. Radiohead is always something to me; it never phases into and out of existence.
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