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The light had been the only fury left, and it had become a part of me, now that I was in this coma.
The light had been maddening, too. And oh Lord had it been a fury. A massive, maddening goddamned fury, and it was the only one even left, so it was also my only saving grace. It was a stark contrast to the darkness that had played the major role to my consciousness for some uncertain amount of period.
And now that darkness was gone.
I knew that I should have been thankful, for that darkness was a rather bitter and lonesome friend, but I realized rather quickly that the light was a damned subterfuge. It was the infamous light at the end of the great tunnel that is the portal from life to death.
And now, if you would please listen just for one moment to what I have to say, I am most certainly in a music store now, right now. Here I stood, then, bathing myself in pure light and rare records of varying genres. Normally this verily human fact would have illuminated me enough as it was to brighten up a small cave for at least a few minutes.
But now there was a literal light here, coming from the hole in the wall near the ceiling where there was supposed to be a window. I was already drenched in a life that would not quit. This I did not understand, because this did not look like the life I had come to know. This did not look like life at all. This looked like hell. No sound was coming in or out.
Matthew.
But it was okay because I was in a record store, where I felt most comfortable these days. And I could hear the droning sounds that were mostly pleasurable to me, even some of which I could recognize as my favorite indie bands, now the Pixies, now Slint, now Sonic Youth.
It was bliss, and I wanted to never leave for as long as I could possibly endure this existence, whatever it was, because it sure did not feel like real life, but it was real enough for me. I fingered through the records, recognized a lot of them just by browsing through them. A sense of delight in the purest form took my nerves by storm.
A massive pulse entered the base of my skull, it was the communicative light. Do you like what you see?
Yes! Oh God, do I! I haven’t seen these records in something like fifteen years.