This song get's me in the gut... like when you stick your finger in your belly button and wiggle it around. There is something sad, despondent yet hopeful about it. It reminds me of losing your virginity sophomore year summer, catapulting your sense of self from a serene childlike awe into the wet of real life adulthood. It's so unpleasant but still you want more. Maybe that yearning is just the hope that next time it will be different, that this can't be what everyone is talking about. Is it too late to go back?
This feeling is a deep one because it is all too familiar. The hope that there is something greater out there for us, something lasting, the highest of highs, in another's kiss, a new tee shirt or a song. And everytime I go running to one or the other, eyes shut and hands groping, the only thing left in it's once bright place, is me.
Here is
Midnight City - M83
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