Sep 15
Volta by Björk
Regarding the laws governing our flourishing Culture of the Most Common Denominator, she just shouldn’t exist. And pay attention, I say “exist”, not “be famous”. She’s too detached from everything contemporary to be an exception of the rule either. Because the rule doesn’t state that being unusual is a taboo. In fact culture like this relies on the unusual and needs it like Bush needs crude oil. However, the unusuality, so to say is carefully refined, packed, standardized and served with an instruction manual. All this is conceived silently, behind the curtain, with a huge dose of conspiracy by a Gestapo-like media corporations. You are allowed to be wacky, but only if you connect to some of their products on the market. If you, by chance, demonstrate something out of the box that is spontaneous, independently ignited, you get slapped. In other words, you can throw your sofa in your private pool. But please, have a pack of Doritos during the procedure.
What is even worse is that this attitude is so well planted in our brains that it is getting subconscious. That makes us dismiss everything that has no solid rational description as pure crap. Of course, after we do that repeatedly, again and again, we end up in the psychiatrist’s office. Where you learn that you must even pay for the privilege of lying on a leather sofa. Because you’ve thrown your own in the pool to enjoy the full power of Doritos and make a personality-defining statement. And where is your personality? The thing that makes you an individual? Don’t get me wrong, having a nice car and fancy gadgets is a good thing. But if you wrap your ego around them, you automatically inherit the date of expiry on the bottom of the bottle. And then, you have to buy a new one. So you obey and return to the supermarket, time after time, paying for the right to be someone. For the right to be loved, adored and respected. If only you can burst that bubble and stretch your arms! It must feel so good! Even if your friends insist there’s something wrong in you. Even if they leave you because they can’t understand you anymore. After all, you’ll find someone else. Because… how was it… All if Full of Love. And your phone is just off the hook.
That’s why I love this woman here, she’s a constant reminder of that hope. But there aren’t any promises attached. It’s not a charity-single hope. It has more to do with stubbornness and with the ability to keep your eyes open, whatever the cost. It has a lot to do with fear too. But fear is just another life-saving instinct. Enjoy it, embrace it, dissolve your illusions in it. And feel that air in your chest. There’s a loooooot of potential in it, if you only decide to open your mouth.
Damn colonists
Ignore their patronizing
Tear off their blindfolds
Open their eyesDeclare independence!

