Generated by CompVis latent diffusion model, GLID-3-xl, these might be three movie poster candidates under consideration for box office promotion of the hypothetical upcoming film, Big Bird and the Multiverse of Madness, which contains no plot and does not star anyone you’re familiar with.
When this is all over, we should do a retrospective of the Earth.
What was good, what was bad, what would you do different next time?
Jimmy is on top of the ramp. Gary over the radio: “Jimmy, 20 to drop.”
“Copy.” Jimmy checks the gloves one more time. Pulls down the visor. Here it comes. The sound around Jimmy starts to muffle and then goes quiet. He is in the bubble now.
Jimmy stares down the ramp. The board is clear and clean, like glass, solid as granite. Feet in place, he edges forward.
“Jimmy, clear to drop in five, four, three, two…”
One. “Dropping in.” Jimmy leans over. The board is quick. There is no sound as the disc comes in past the scaffold.
Free. On top of it, now behind, under, now spinning. Reckless. He is light and shadow. One. With them.
- It is one thing
- To lose.
- It is another thing
- To be lost.
- It is something
- Entirely devastating
- To be forgotten.
There is so much to love about this; not just the song (of course) but the whole experience. When I watch and listen to this, I am simultaneously transported to five different places in my mind. Me—and the parallel Me’s—we join up at the end, exhausted, yet wanting the song to continue forever.
The real “moment” here, where I connect, is with Colin Greenwood at about 3:23 when he drops into that low E on the bass.
A bulleted list.
- Stare into the middle distance
- Close your eyes and sigh
- Open your eyes and sigh
- What is the world coming to
- An end
- Will the soil and the shores burn
- The fascists are coming
- They’re here
- Did they open the camps
- Got the neighbors down the street
- Don’t forget the milk
- And the bread
- And the children
- Dinner plans