The Naked Remedy

I’m sick. Not mildly-under-the-weather sick—properly leveled. Throat, nose, skull, all destroyed. I’m also out of cereal, which is somehow the detail that tips it into genuine tragedy.

Sigur Rós’ Gobbledigook turns out to be the prescription: a beautiful melody and a video full of joyfully naked people doing joyfully naked-people things through a sun-drenched landscape. It doesn’t fix anything. But something shifts. Being sick suddenly feels almost worth it.