Beneath the artificial, airbrushed hierarchies of Dillon, the show is full of dissonance.
Sometimes I think I’m not the intended audience for things like pop songs. I overthink them. I start to reflect on the words and the “message.” Most recently, the more I replay Lorde’s “Royals” in my head (and it’s the kind of song one replays in one’s head), the more disappointed I am with it.
Are church and cultural traditions of any value beyond an irrelevant historical interest? Has history itself been devalued and downgraded to simple entertainment? And didn’t someone say something about grass withering and flowers fading, but...?
To be on adventure is in our DNA. We're drawn by something out there. And what about adventuring in? What about exploring the frontiers of the soul?
Our art does not free us from pain, suffering, and dissonant chords, but seeks to find meaning and purpose in them and to use them as the tail of a kite is used: not to drag the kite to the ground but, by its drag, to help it soar higher into the heavens.