HISMSV Part 3

I went off the middlemost high dive yesterday. Blind plummet this time, and a brazen but kind-hearted little girl with freckles and a two-piece. Mostly I hung out in the steam room and swam long, slow laps in the pristine outdoor pool with my shadow sliding along beneath me. I can open my eyes a little out there on account of it’s so clean; inside, the water is a human-chemical slurry, but the features are still more fun.

A friend of mine has compiled an enormous mix of songs that seem to have come from everywhere and nowhere- risen spontaneously from the stew of human mediocrity. Wilson Philips, for example, tapped into the teeming Oversoul and gave voice to “Hold On For One More Day,” and now we have it forever as part of our concrete collective knowledge. But the songs, though terrible, have an intoxicating quality. I don’t know if it’s because they’re so familiar or maybe because they were created in a laboratory by music scientists. So there’s been a lot of dancing in a circle with bare feet like the good old Junior High days. Still, I think I need a little Mahler immersion to scrub some of the bubblegum off my brain.