She Loves Most Those Who Enslave Themselves To Her

Song is so endlessly fascinating. It is as if it will only show itself to you if you are willing
to live in the cracks, in the places that feels slightly uncomfortable. Only when your perception gets a little skewed, or your life a little upturned does it say, ah yes, here I am again, I have found you worthy.

She is like a siren you can never quite get to, or the mistress without Royal blood.

And when you start living wrong, when you upset her, she just vanishes. No mail or telephone call to check in. Just her presence felt by her absence.

She likes it when you renounce. When you kill distractions. If you chuck out television sets.

She is jealous of all media, but seems to make exception of newspapers. She is utterly fickle,
yet somehow exacting.

And there you have it. She loves most those who enslave themselves to her. And even in that context, if she finds you hollow she gives you nothing. Well, maybe Muzak. But there´s never a shortage of that. One resource that is not peaked.

Humans after all will never run out of shit.