The Soundtrack of Our Lives

This was played seven times in a row at the office, which launched it into mental repeat mode for the next three days. You might not catch it the first time, but maybe the seventh: this is exquisite aural wallpaper. More than that, there’s an alien logic at work here- I haven’t quite stumbled on the epiphany yet, but I can feel it hovering, liminal, gradually making its way.

Ghostface Killah’s Supreme Clientele might be our generation’s Finnegan’s Wake, but I humbly posit that this our Prufrock.