The rhythm of the piece hit me late at night while I was listening to M.I.A. (of all things). I was fascinated with her very aggressive beats and almost childlike way she approached these colossal issues facing us. I thought of it overwhelming us all and us being bombarded with these issues, choosing to ignore them, shrouding problematic things in superior sense...the tintinnabulation of our desecration swelling. I often get sort of sad at the state of things. Don't most people? I know nostalgia is useless but it doesn't make me any less nostalgiac. That's there too. A longing. With the sadness, though, comes optimism. Usually I get too lazy or again overcome by sadness to act on it, but I know that the spreading of ideas is what we have as a free society to change the state of things. That's where the end comes from. You can hate your family, your circumstance, you can filter all of these awful injustices through a bouncy rhythm, but the only way you're going to change any of it is through action. It was sort of a motivational piece for myself in a way, too. I needed something under me telling me to go and do something.
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