Week 250 // Pixilated (or) What Are We Made Of?

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Pixilated and I’m heading home
Bits and pieces in the air
Blown around but see
The colors make a whole
Anywhere

Pulled apart the little molecules
Each constituent remark
Stow away the bits of memories
We’re left
In the dark

Take whatever you want
What are we made of?
What parts are we counting on?
And will we find them in the dark?

Reconstructed and I look upon
The face of every friend we’ve got
Reassembled in a different part of town
Around the block

Take whatever you want
Take whatever you want
What are we made of?
What parts are we counting on?
And will we find them in the dark?

Notes
Okay, so I’ve done this 250 times now and it feels really great. I’m a huge fan of comic books, and in that culture it is customary to offer a huge blowout anniversary special issue whenever a series achieves a nice round number like this. Mind you, they are counting months, and I’m counting weeks, so 250 issues of X-Men means something different than 250 Mount Everest songs. Recently I’ve preferred to make a big stink about this project’s yearly anniversary, rather than tooting my horn just for reaching a multiple of 50. I’ll certainly be throwing you special freebies and extra content this November when the 5 year mark is finally achieved. For this particular milestone I’ll just note that Mount Everest is now one quarter of the way to 1000 songs. Isn’t that something?

If you’ve been to this website in the past few weeks, you might remember that my wife and I have been preparing to move to a new apartment. I’m the kind of person who takes any opportunity to turn a routine life event into an inward spiral of existential bewilderment. This song reflects on the particular unease that I experience when I dismantle my life and put it together again. I completed this song on Friday before things got really hairy, when I was still anticipating the apocalypse. I’m feeling pretty great now on the other side of our move, so it occurs to me that a better point of view for this song might be our poor suffering cat, Lucy. Unlike us, she has no understanding of what has happened to her. The entire universe was destroyed, and she was flung into a cacophonous void. Emerging somewhere on the other side, her destination was incomprehensible. The sensation of total unfamiliarity instantly overwhelmed her limited faculties, and she retreated to the darkest, most remote corner of the landscape. I understand what Lucy is feeling far more than I should admit, although I am adjusting far more quickly than her. Life continues for both of us nearly unchanged, she just hasn’t caught on to that notion yet. We’re still figuring out where we’ve landed.

Thank you sincerely for listening to all of these songs, and giving me a reason to write so many of them. You are really cool.

~M.E.

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