Listening to King Krule the Way One Watches Porn, Pt. 1

A cigar is not a cigar, in this case.

A cigar is not a cigar, in this case of cigars.

I’m writing fiction now because I ran out of opinions. I hope you aren’t mad, and that you keep reading.

A homeless man listening to his [or, an(?)] iPod at the train station bobbed his head to what Danny assumed, for a number of reasons–some of which Danny wondered if they were racist in some way before finally deciding it didn’t matter very much in terms of making the man’s lot in life any better or worse–was four-years-ago’s hottest pop rap single. It was cold and the homeless man was not wearing shoes.

Danny, to distract himself from the man for whom he was beginning to feel a kind of stainy, unwashable sympathy, took to readjusting his own headphone cords around what he believed was the “subtly” mucus-specked lapel of his peacoat, in order to relieve some of the tension he could feel tugging at the inside base of his ears. The adjustment, he felt, “let the sound in better,” in addition to relieving some peripheral outer-ear discomfort which he had scarcely noticed he was feeling until he adjusted his neck to induce some slack in the wires. It felt really good, and he felt relieved, if a bit unsatisfied, partly because the King Krule song that began playing (“Baby Blue”)–just as he came to enjoy the relief of the aforementioned adjustment– was not exactly the song he wanted to hear, but was nonetheless pretty good. He really wanted to hear “Easy Easy,” but could not because that “isn’t how Pandora works,” he thought.

He wondered what song would have fit that motion–the shift his attention took from a kind of third-person, objective surveillance mode that took the likely homeless man and his nodding to be the object of his study, to the “hyper-ego syntonic” conscious awareness of a discomfort he did not explicitly realize he had, but appeared, in his imagination, to constitute a system of up-to-that-point-unacknowledged tensions which likely built up, step-by-step, as he walked from where ever he was five minutes ago, to where he was now, at the train station, where he stood watching the shoeless man continue to nod his head to what Danny tangentially imagined was a Ja-Rule single, ft. Aliyah.

Danny turned away and continued listening to the also tangentially satisfying King Krule track while waiting for the train to come as he realized he’d been doing it–that is, listening to music–all wrong, at which point be became privately embarrassed and readjusted his coat around his torso without any particular goal in mind.

“It’s was chilly out,” Danny noted to himself in the way someone does to another with whom they wish avoid losing the sense having an “interaction”, and thought about giving the homeless man his own shoes. Danny did not act on this wish, knowing it was silly, but nonetheless imagined doing so. “‘Baby Blue’ would fit that scene perfectly,” he thought to himself, “if someone directed it right.”

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