Odes to Joy

Love Hate Relationship, Vol IV: Phobias · Track 7 · middle

Holes in Reality

Trypophobia (clustered holes) — 'the pattern is watching, don't zoom in'. Internet-born visual disgust.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Just scrolling down
Everything is fine
Wait. What is that?

[Verse 1]
It was a macro shot of a strawberry from 2015
Lurking on the timeline, a digital dream
But the seeds were plucked out, leaving tiny pockets
And my eyes are burning right in their sockets
It’s just a piece of fruit, I tell my tight chest
But the clustered little shadows are stealing my breath

[Chorus]
There are holes in reality, splitting the seam
A cluster of empty, a waking bad dream
I know I should swipe, I know I should hide
But the honeycomb matrix is pulling my eyes
I hate it, I dread it, it’s under my skin
So why are my fingers deciding to zoom in?

[Verse 2]
Breakfast used to be a morning retreat
Now the pancake batter is a visual cheat
Look at the bubbles popping in the pan
Look at the sea sponge sitting on the stand
Nature loves a pattern, a mathematical scheme
A lotus pod slipping right into the screen

[Chorus]
There are holes in reality, splitting the seam
A cluster of empty, a waking bad dream
I know I should swipe, I know I should hide
But the honeycomb matrix is pulling my eyes
I hate it, I dread it, it’s under my skin
So why are my fingers deciding to zoom in?

[Bridge]
Here is the secret I don't want to share
I’m the architect of my own little scare
I cover my eyes but I peek through the crack
The revulsion is a current, a digital zap
I’m sick to my stomach, entirely repulsed
But I saved the image to my phone.

[Outro]
Don't look at the coral
Don't look at the foam
The holes in reality are making a home
Right in the center of my gaze
Just one more pixel...
Before I look away.
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