I really need to get myself the fuck out of here.  Like stat. This summer, this vicious summer that has my mind encircling all sorts of drains of thoughts just waiting to suck me down into some neverending whirpool of woe, it’s killing me. Or it’s healing me. I really don’t know anymore. I kind of want to race ahead in my life, but as Computer Magic puts it “Lately, I feel like I’m biding my time”, and that comes with having ‘so much to carry’  something an introvert can only take care of by disappearing deeper and deeper into their mind.

And that’s what Computer Magic has always been: the perfect musical accompanient for the introvert. The insularity of her sounds, replete with visuals that embody the explosively large world existing just within the confines of the introvert’s mind. Her music feels like penance. But not the kind that a pious Catholic punishes you with. Here, the only hail marys you’ll be making is the revelations you get from ‘too many words, and too many thoughts walking over [a] bridge at night’. Which is to say, even a “Mindstate” that puts your heart into a haze has value.  There’s a reason you might never ‘try to leave’, it’s freeing to be in a place, even one full of swirly sadness, that makes senses. Especially when the rest of the world just feels so fucked.

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