A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky’s clarity.

My first Zero T-shirt was too large for me. Everything’s a metaphor. It took more than 2 decades before I fully “got” the album that defined my teenaged life. Because how can you “get” a song like TTEOR at 13? 

But that’s the beauty of the music, it moves in the spaces between. And when it’s really magical, it can transcend the limitations of the listener’s point of view. It can save you, hold you, pull you through an infinite sadness to the rest of your life.

Some objects of art are alchemy. Some play by different rules of space-time. Some hold the power to reshape narratives. Some are glimpses into other worlds. Some are god in a clay pot.