Review Summary: Review.1 of 2 thought this review was well written
I look up from the sink in the bathroom at the gas station to be greeted by the wet groggy face in the mirror. A dialogue initiates from the glowing, soft skin that sweats milk and verse from his invisible pours, uttered for me just to suckle on. "There I am" I say; but what I'm really saying is "There you are."
I start the engine of my car. For a moment a hesitation, and then a steady roar. In my speakers I hear a voice sing: "It's not meant to be a strife.. it's not meant to be a struggle uphill." I acknowledge the reminder, and start driving up the hillside. I'm going to meet her on the other side of the mountain. I'm nervous and shaky. A confirmation phone-call turns into a skipping heart-beat.
I phase out and take a wrong turn off the edge of a steep cliff. Down there I plunge into a black lagoon surrounded by rocky banks. I come out cold, wet, and clean. I lost my shoes, so I go shoeless. Eventually, an obscure dirt path on land. The clean is gone.
My dripping wet feet penetrate the soil and turn it dark. Now my feet are covered with the stuff. Just an amiable reminder to myself that all I am is particles and dust, covering some other thing. Some essence, some impetus drives me on my cold, dirt-feet. Now I'm standing under countless branches towering over me, which I know will very soon fade under the invisible stars in the sky, that turning wheel sifting over this churning, puny heart. "Oh, you veiled mountain" I say. And I think of her just before the shock of my melting vision contests over me, though really to no meaningful effect. The next morning I woke up in a pile of ash and clean light with both my legs broken.
I discovered this man's music shortly hereafter.
something like 4.5/5 or something like that