OF A GOLDEN AGE

in the car these days i listen to the kind of music that would soundtrack a movie scene of me while i am driving my car. low, the album leaf, explosions in the sky: humming, deep, powerful music. generally, though, people really driving in their real cars listen to the radio or something they can sing with. the same way movie conversations never feel real, movie drivers never seem comfortable. the false purple of a grape soda is more authentic and natural. i want a movie with a prominent radio flipper, talking to himself in the driver’s seat, concentrating hard.

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