Starless Imperium

Morgan Argor Strange, Science Fiction Horror Author

Zero Day

“The framework of society exists above and below us. The hardest thing to destroy, but the weakest thing that exists.” – I will not name him here; but if you know, you know.

I promised myself for a while that tomorrow I would finally quit. I guess that means I have to make the best of today. It feels like I already have . . . So what now?

To take away some of the burn, here’s a song I really love–at least, the instrumental parts. I’m not a huge fan of the singing in the second half and find it kind of disruptive. I’ve always had unconventional taste in music, and a soft spot for long, weird instrumentals. A lot of the time I find the human voice (a.k.a. singing) to be nothing but an interruption.

I do like the words in the first part, though.

“Come ride with me
Through the veins of history
I’ll show you a God
Who falls asleep on the job

And how can we win
When fools can be kings?
Don’t waste your time
Or time will waste you . . .”

Ha, I remember as a kid that felt so deep. I’m not sure if I really even know what it meant. It’s kind of ironic, people who got rich off counterculture talking about fools serving as kings . . . But if that was the case, I guess all alt rock history would be a filthy lie. Maybe it is.

I wanted to write a story this morning, but there are so many things I can’t get out of my head. I’m thinking of just sending my novel to small publishers and calling it a day. I’m hoping I won’t fall into some depressive spiral from trying to quit again (and I probably will, because it’s such a vivid link to some of my best memories).

But I guess it’s important to remember that you can always make new memories. And no matter how tempting vices always are, there’s something new and weird at the end of every road. The thing is, it’s never what you expect it’s going to be.

“Come ride with me through the veins of history . . .”

Shit, this is just turning into a music blog at this point. I need to actually play some music myself instead of just listening to the same five bands on loop like an OCD nightmare. Maybe it’s an allegory for life.

But someday soon, I hope I can break it.

Eh, the second half isn’t so bad. After all, I’ve always had a soft spot for “making things right.”

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