Things that produce happiness: scientific answers, travel, muted colors, explanations. Only "nothing" can counter the "broken bones" left in the wake of unmitigated self-interest. Happiness is zero-sum when the world is either "made wrong made right" or "just made." Regardless, the world is on the "wrong train" because it knows where "somewhere" really is.
The seduction of scientific discovery becomes suicide pact: "too much" faith and "too late" to return. Hypodermics and pinholes temporarily pierce through technology's (always failed) staving off of apocalypse. Sweeping wah solo suggests complete coverage of contingencies.
Pataphysical investigation into impact of sound on meat. Intentionally useless as science, but with the implication that sound is inherently, materially violent. Gunshot opening followed by crowd sounds, run through the blender. Distinct from wound analysis, in that wounds injure presumed persons, while (sonic) cuts foundational for being. Big bang theory: flesh openings.
Attempted diagnosis of modern condition: cyborg imposition buries human being’s “true identity.” Which is, stripped to its essentials: “We all need control.” Coded Orientalist (“parts made in Japan”), with regimented “domo arigato” set off against emotive cry. Racialized trade sanctions to follow.
Tourism hides behind the "Global Village" concept (and "oriental" guitars). Romantic notion of "new world" without nationalism (while it's still possible to catalog countries through scopic technologies) hides violence of this logic: so many things to see and places to be. Local color(eds). Why are you so lonely?
The whole problem with love is that it must have a sustained temporality and be dated simultaneously (located, engaged with, bound). Lover's exhaustion in the face of singer's insistence on documentation and verification contends that lovers never "do" anything really. Hence, the love of the other has no otherwise; decisions about relation--preferably ones without chore lists or demands of/for "exist[ence]"--must sustain across (unlocatable) populations.
Safe(r) trip-hop catches the funk to expose the dustiness of gender relations. The "new page" to turn: an eradication of feminist "holiness" so that "rage" can be redirected towards ending love's scarcity, purportedly. Snarling vocals threaten to reenforce this scarcity under guise of self-autonomy. Unable to admit the death-lock relationship of such love to (direction-less) performativity.
Einstein's sometimes halting speech in sample overlooks, perhaps, "the perfection of means" which would lead to the fulfillment of "goals": peace. It's a set-up: language may only lead to understanding if there's a "stable correspondence between science and impressions." What happens when one stammers or "struggle[s]"? The world speeds up and, as a consequence, shatters at the thought. The enforcement of relativity, and a verification of the secure disjunction of states.
Endogamous economics: birds of a feather succeed together. The limit of this family is gender, and “others” just watch from the sidelines, as the family hordes its “jewel.” “We’re giving love in a family dose”: two-tiered medical coverage, with family practice primary. Ascripted auto-resourcing (always an option when pessimistic regarding inclusion in male-dominated economy), but still masquerading as kin essence, and thereby reproducing patriarchy in inverted form.
Conjunction of travel, difference, gender, and consumption. Obviously, a stupendously dumb listing of national/racial/ethnic identities, but can travel as such do otherwise? “Travel narrows the mind,” notes Stanley Fish. But only if one presumes what one will find there (more specifically: if one presumes that one will find something/anything there). Rick charts his “stops,” but the rule of travel must be: No stopping.
