Listening to Frankenstein by Anthony and the Johnsons

on my headphones again and again and again. As he sings his voice cuts into me cleanly and sharply, painful and pleasureable at the same time. I am not in my body but slipping away into nothingness. If I was depressed this could be music to commit suicide to, instead it neutralises and numbs. The music numbs and yet it hurts to listen. I can’t breathe….