What Listening to the Song “Hazel” by Weekend Feels Like
You are packed in a canon pointed out the passenger seat window of a car going 120 miles per hour down a highway when suddenly you are launched into the stratosphere, twisting and twirling alongside stars and planes as you glimpse scenes of staggering joy on the ground, sons reunited with military fathers, homeless men winning lottery jackpots and donating all their winnings to charity (minus just enough to get by comfortably), parents watching beautiful babies say their first words, a million moments like this popping off like bubblewrap in your brain as you sail through a cloud and down into the top cart of a Ferris wheel overlooking some kind of Paris/NYC mash-up, like the most scenic elements of both distilled into one landscape, and you barely have the time to say “where am I?” before the whole thing collapses in this glorious crash, carnies running for cover, Ferris wheel lights flying into womens’ bouffants and little girls’ cotton candies and you’re just riding it out, eventually tumbling gently into the arms of (depending on your sexual orientation) Ryan Gosling or Marion Cotillard and actually you know what you’re adrenalized and up for experimenting you land in BOTH of their arms and the three of you run wildly through minefields and communes into room 205 of a Best Western, and the door closes behind you.
