Monday, June 13, 2011

In which the Alien considers "The Drone"

I am extraordinarily comforted by drone.

That, by the way is some of the sickest shit I've ever heard in my life. The hippy-dippy crew who busk with didgeridos should feel great shame when they hear this stuff.

I've been thinking about why, though, the low frequency drone is such a relief. I think it must have something to do with buried memories from inside the pod, before I hatched, while I was still fermenting. Muffled noises from outside and the sound of blood rushing--all while floating in zero gee.

I'm so relaxed now, this post is ending.