Much like ‘Everything Now’, Arcade Fire’s ‘Creature Comfort’ deals heavily in irony. ‘Everything Now’ scorned modern life’s passively destructive relationship with
Car keys. Wallet. Phone. A photo of her. The corners had begun to fold at the edges. I placed them along the line of the parking space. I changed my mind and placed the picture of her under the windscreen wiper so they would know I was thinking of her when it happened. Continue reading Same Space
The elevator music was killing me. They installed a small speaker five years ago without any warning. It would pump out noise. Not music, just noise. I preferred the classics but more than that I preferred the silence. I’d managed to cope with it over time.
I enjoyed the control. I’d twisted that golden limb a thousand times for the best part of three decades and even when they told me where we were going, I’d always have the final say on where and when we stopped. Continue reading Co-operator