I was watching that Odyssey movie the other day — you know the one I’m talking about, right? — and I have to say that I like the idea of the Trojan War as a wound to the world that one can’t go back from. Makes me think of Part 8 of Twin Peaks: The Return — this idea that violence doesn’t just beget violence, but that how we move in the world is relentlessly legible to the future, even if we don’t act like it at the time, in the moment, in that skipping pulse of a held breath we call a life. Like, an atom bomb means rock and roll frenetically trying to dance its way above the death, to outpace the forces of greed and evil seeking to strip the baton of hope that kept getting passed from song to song after the assassination of JFK — they teach you about JFK over there in Spain? Was he anything like Adolfo Suárez? And, look, it’s not just limited to bombs and songs — what about ghost stories? Or those Irish fairy tales about magical waters that actually — once you drop a scientist there with a few spare vials in his pockets — actually turns out to have a higher deposit of lithium than ... what’s that? You’re in a hurry? You’re all off back to Chattanooga to celebrate?

Celebrate what, if I may ask?