Fourth week, tuesday night. The most savage night of the most savage of weeks. Coming to you from the fishbowl, downing coffee, writing an essay on this band, Talk Talk. Dare I say one of my favorite bands. Their final two albums are utter masterpieces (Spirit of Eden and Laughing Stock for the unfortunate bunch to not have these albums enter their ears), but here’s an earlier cut, one from 1984’s It’s My Life. This fine piece of synthpop seems kinda relevant, since living your life is probably hasn’t been in cards for you this week. Whether writing, studying, or swirling about in a downward spiral of anxiety and despair, power through it. It’s your life, don’t you forget. And if you’re like me, you did fuck all the past three weeks of your life. So it goes. At the very least, listening to this song on repeat has helped me write good.