Starlight

It’s 4.11 pm in New York City. I’m in my dorm and it’s raining outside. It’s not a happy drizzle,  not one that you’d run about in, neck arched heavenward in a desperate attempt to catch every drop of rain on the tip of your tongue. Nah, this is a grey rain, a grouchy rain, etched in bile and turning the world bleak with heavy dark streaks.

And I have chosen not to do any homework for the second day in the row. I’m not gonna call this procrastinating, because procrastinating actually entails a desire to do homework but being tragically unable to, for whatsoever reasons. I’m not doing work because right now I think reliving the memory of watching Muse at the Indoor Stadium in Feb this year , Black Holes and Revelations filling the empty spaces in the room, is far more important and pertinent. It’s also hella dark outside.

I love the keyboard riffs on Starlight, the synth aperggios, the immensely clappable snare, the bassline that holds everything together, Bellamy’s soaring vocals, the lyrics, the chorus that’s stuck in your head the moment you wake up. There’s so much ‘rightness’ here that I am wont to close my eyes and listen to it once more.

It’s like a ray of morning light that cuts through the blinds, like a ship  that parts the waves, a ship that’s taken me far away, far away from the memories of the people who care if I live or die.

And it amuses me how some people can just fade away on whim or fancy.