Review Summary: This is really happening. This is really happening.
The sky will stop moving around us and they'll extinguish the fireball; this decline will be no apocalypse. It'll be colder every dawn until the mountains freeze over. We'll shrink cell by cell until we're scared of the towering machines that surround us. We used to be in control of these demons. Something electronic and ominous drones behind us, and we don't even turn. The life is long gone; our eyes flicker back and forth in an anxious arrest of fear and paranoia, but nothing results from it. The revolution does not exist; the turning point has been forgotten. We're left with just the shadow, stretching over the city, of something detached, impersonal and haunting. Our apathy and terror has destroyed us and we deserve it.
The best you can is good enough. Nothing is good enough. These people are zombies, removed from their own desires and plugged into the great depression. You're a part of me, I'm a part of you, sister. Brother. We're both completely alone. The radio splutters looped ambience and tragic stories of something called humanity. We don't talk; we stare knowingly past each other, content to watch the things we built with our hearts crumble as the things we built with our greed replenish themselves. We asked for this; as soon as we gave ourselves to the cold we were too far gone ever to resurface in tact. We've waged war and cloned ourselves; soon, we'll divorce our friends and abandon our families.
We sleep at night somewhere in the void between total defeat and tangible misery, reaching painfully for either cliff and constantly falling towards a place where neither of them will matter. We'll wake up in the night and stay awake until the next day breaks, forcing ourselves to undergo the ritual of pretending we might, for just one night, be capable of dreaming something other than darkness. One day, we'll let go of all of this. We'll jump into a warm pool of dream-like surrender, disconnect to the sound of an organ that can hardly carry its own weight, and fade out. And then, you'll leave me on my own. And nobody will even notice.
Haha, you neg'd your own review? Good writing, no doubt, but not a review in the slightest. I'll just pretend that the "review" part at the bottom isn't there and give you a pos
An interesting take on Kid A is by Chuck Klosterman in Killing Yourself to Live. He basicallly says Thom predicted 9/11 on Kid A subsconsiously. Its total BS of course, but interesting nontheless.
