I woke up, and it was a nightmare.
I woke up early — before the alarm — after four hours of sleep last night, and felt like I was late. Also, I somehow knew, and was terrified, that Pitchfork had awarded some record I’d never heard of a 9.9. Not remembered fear: the sensation struck as I was climbing out of bed, and in the moments of waking I imagined starting my computer, loading Pitchfork, and clicking on the Best New Music link. A maybe-Ricardo Villalobos?-related idm project with an abstract green-and-darker-green cover that looked like a close-up of something that would have been recognizable at a step back.
I am sure this means something (many things?) bad about my life and my routines. Also, I’ve never listened to Ricardo Villalobos, but the name and the reputation got stuck in there somehow. How my clicks have conditioned my brain.
