What a Fool Believes

Swans: “Mother of the World”

You can develop Stockholm syndrome from music. I know because I have it for The Seer by Swans. The record, though not torturing or abusing me, is an ordeal that, with each listen, locks me into some basement, the only light coming when my captor enters from above, with stifling air that turns from oxygen to carbon dioxide with each breath, and some…thing creeping nearer and nearer from the corner. Despite all that, I keep returning to it. Because I understand why it’s doing this to me. It’s all for the best. For the both of us.