Doomed to dance with myself
My alarm-clock radio only gets one station with music: KC101, Southern Connecticut”s Number One Hit Music Station. The first words I have processed every morning for the last two months have been either “You’re a womanizer” or “You’re my experimental game,” or, on good days, “A disease of the mind, it can control you.” The first voices I’ve heard have been Britney Spears’ and Katy Perry’s and Rihanna’s. The first colors I’ve seen have been the purples and greens that synthesizers always make me picture. It’s made waking up feel like being pulled into outer space, especially when “Forever”...
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