something brings me back here. over and over. i'm not sure why. i know the feeling but not knowing why is the problem. in order to understand the feeling i return to it over and over. it's hard to describe. like some sort of spice blend. you just can't quite put your finger on all the ingredients and it's a well kept secret that is exposed everyday. the dish is prepared in a clean black room by a blind man who is forced to wear an oxygen mask as not to smell or taste the spices. he blends the spices by feel and sound alone. from a chilled dish he takes a scallop size piece of raw meat which resembles tuna or beef and rolls the raw meat in the spice bend. he delicately stacks the spiced meat onto a single spoon and places upon it lemon zest and mint leaf for garnish, but these also act to mask of the true spices, distracting the eye and nose. the long spoon comes to your table placed in the center of a rectangular white plate. you raise the single mouthful to your awaiting taste buds. it consumes your senses. as you roll the flavor in your mouth you can taste the undertones of sadness, shavings of confusion, coarsely ground frustration, zest of longing, crushed curiosity, and a pinch of hope.

i was not very impressed with trent reznor's most recent offering called "zero hour". he said the idea for the album came quickly and was easy to write. for me it sounds too easy and quick felt more like rushed. the lyrics sound forced, weak and awkward. the music and song structure comes across as simple and unfinished. it's like the whole album has this one bland, unwavering frequency. it felt amateur. but one song rises above like a pillar of light shot through undefined stale clouds. it starts with grimy electronic static and adds simple, tumbling drums that remind me of "eraser". the simple but unidentifiable samples in the background add a mysterious complexly. enter trent's soft yet powerful voice which pulls us over the drums and machines. he feels like a reassuring father letting us know that it will be ok. the tone sounds like trent is reminiscing of the future. he makes it sound like almost all was lost, but something prevailed. in the midst of all the darkness, in the moment between the dark and the light, in this twilight, there was a glow on the horizon. a hope.

and the sky is filled with light
can you see it?
all the black is really white
if you believe it
and the longing that you feel
you know none of this is real
you will find a better a place
in this twilight