This morning I was walking to work, listening to my precious noise rock, when the song kicked into the very definition of an anthemic riff. The archetype. The riff from which all other anthems are wrought. So it feels totally contrived, ("Hey, look everyone! It's an anthemic riff!") but I can't help feeling, you know, uplifted by it. So I'm very self-aware, keeping an eye on this feeling, my uplifted-ness, which was just manipulated into being, being watchful so it doesn't overstep its bounds into genuine emotion, when I look over to my right and see a majestic hawk soaring in a perfectly blue sky. And I burst out laughing.
It was just such a perfect conspiracy of song and nature, manipulation through symbols. Coincidental yet perfectly executed.
It was absurd, and I laughed, and I went to work.
watching man and nature work together to create a moment of such emotional manipulation that it becomes obscene, completely unforgivable in literature, yet completely coincidental in life: ****
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