Mazzy Star: “Fade Into You”

This song. The end wraps back into the beginning like recursive gauze; its runtime is infinite so long as you let it continue. Billions of wet eyes riddling my heart. I am become Angela Chase, head turtled into my sweater. Who could possibly object to this song? Betsy McCaughey? Jason Voorhees? AIG FP? Ganondorf? Grendel? Lee Atwater? M.O.D.O.K.? A gun? The distance from my house to my favorite dive bar, the one bar where I’m known by libation and the jukebox has Paramore and TLC and Al Green and Nazareth and everything in between, is precisely the runtime of this song in the dead of winter, and I know this to be immutably true because I wait outside the bar until my headphones are still.