Dreams

The Metro

I'm in Chicago (I think) at the Metro, and Anna is or is not actually with me, but her presence of course is felt. So much black, so much studded silver, and silver loops, and all these wondrous unfathomably dark gazes lifted here and there with complete detachment, blissful unconcern. Some smoke, and the collective haze embraces all. I wander, I'm with someone but they'll have to entertain themselves I suppose. Strangely, there are many racks of music on sale, indies and progressives and a whole lot of unmitigated hellish death rock. I guess it's rock; people wailing in electronically enhanced fury and despair with mindless driving guitars, satanic drum machines overloading. The covers are all painted faces of the artists. I want to hear it all but I'm so afraid, and I don't know why. It's not like I'm going to lose my soul or anything. Right?