Victorian Ice

My car is dead. I drove to the woods to get some herbs for my dying dog, and I left the lights on. It is late night. The moon is pale and rain drops keep on hitting my face faster and faster. Because I love music so much I always have my ipod on me, however, sometimes I forget to bring my headphones. This time i did it again, i forgot the goddamn headphones. Music-less and without shelter in the wild, dark woods i have no reason to wait for the sun to rise above me. I start walking and I am playing PJ Harvey's White Chalk in my head. My lips are mumbling "what formally had cheered me now seems insignificant" the last lyrics of the opening song. My mind recreates jittery piano that makes my soul tremble in-front of one thousand year old oaks. My eyes picture simply sang complicated narratives. Through branches I see a moving sealing that PJ compares to conveyor belt. I think of my grandmother when I recall Harvey's cold to the bones voice. I am running out of breath. My breath is turning into smoke. I shall lay down and fall asleep by the mountain.

White Chalk is in stores now. You should buy it too, so PJ can buy a new dress.

DJ Moonsake