we can wipe you out anytime

Coming home to London this evening (I got on a train out for work at 8 yesterday morning and hadn't been able to get home since) I put on some music to listen to as ever. Just because I'd happened to pick it up two days earlier and it would fit the time the train journey was going to take, this was my choice:



I didn't really think about it but by the second songs I realised that it fitted my increasing unhelpful feelings of fear and paranoia all too well, and only seemed to do more so as the journey progressed towards King's Cross. I considered switching it off a few times but I don't ever like to listen to incomplete albums (rockist alert) so I didn't, never mind my feelings of strangeness and discomoft. And when it finished and all I had in its place was silence and extended safety announcements warning against looking after other people's possessions I just felt even worse, more so than at any point in the last couple of days so far.
I feel much better and reassured now I'm actually home but think I'll go for some happier music tonight.